Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on Jun 13, 2017 20:27:52 GMT -5
WGWF PRESENT'S
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
6.12.17
AMERICAN AIRLINES ARENA
MIAMI, FLORIDA
Monday Night Brawl takes the air live from Miami, Florida to a MASSIVE ovation from the crowd as "GLORIOUS" Tristan Slater saunters out to the top of the ramp in front of his home town! He's in a pair of faded jeans, white hi-tops, a black shirt with white bold letters that read "I HEARD WHAT YOU DID FOR A KLONDIKE BAR.
CALL ME."
The WGWF World Heavyweight Championship is slung over his right shoulder as he makes his way down the aisle.
Diamond: In the very building he won the World Title in the prodical son returns to a SOLD OUT American Airlines Arena where he is set to defend the WGWF Heavyweight Championship in our Main Event against MDK!
Baxter: It's Glorious!
Tristan reaches ringside as he climbs up on the ring apron where he steps through the ropes taking center ring where he hoists up the World Title to an even LOUDER ovation! Tristan lowers the title slinging it back over his right shoulder as he calls for the microphone. The Glorious One walks towards the ropes reaching out taking the microphone from Donald Masters. The music fades away as he reaches center ring and a massive "GLOR-IOUS! GLOR-IOUS! GLOR-IOUS!" chant fills the arena. Tristan takes a step back soaking in the home town reception.
Diamond: What a moment!
The crowd doesn't let up as they get louder and louder bring a smirk to Tristan's face as he raises the microphone and states.
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- "It's good to see all of you too."
The fans ROAR!! The roar breaks out into a "TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN!" chant causing Tristan to nod his head as he raises the microphone once again.
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- "The last time I was in this building I was a little pre-occupied by winning the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship..."
Another huge ovation!!
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- "And tonight I've returned to SUCCESSFULLY DEFEND the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship!"
You can't even hear yourself think it's so loud inside the American Airlines Arena! Tristan motions for the crowd to quiet down and after several seconds they start to calm there tits.
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- "It's easy for me to stand in this ring and talk about how I've already established that I'm a FAR better champion than my challenger tonight could ever be. It's easy for me to stand before each and everyone of you and not have to question just how good I am when it comes to taking care of business in this ring because the gold belt over my right shoulder proves it; while my challenger on the other hand is content with sitting back and running his mouth because that's about the only thing he's got going for him to begin with."
Tristan takes a moment.
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- "All roads have brought my challenger and I right here to Miami, Florida for that one epic confrontation that should have taken place back at Wrestle Wars Eleven... I'm here, I'm ready, I'm GOING to defeat Danny in the center of this ring because the cream always rises to the top! For me this is about proving to him beyond ANY shadow of a doubt that I am the better man, it's about proving to MYSELF that I am STILL the man!"
The crowd starts to stir as The Glorious One continues to speak with sheer emotion.
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- "It's easy to say you're the best, and while the record books will show Tristan at two and Danny at zero within our confrontations there's always going to be that astrick beside them because Danny's shoulders wasn't the shoulders that hit the mat... Until tonight."
There's a pop from the crowd as Tristan looks directly into the camera as if he's talking straight to his challenger.
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- "Danny, the time for talk..."
Tristan pauses.
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- ".... That's ended. Put up or shut up, big boy."
Tristan drops the microphone as Miami explodes once again! The WGWF World Heavyweight Champion exits the ring dropping down to the floor as he starts to walk back up the ramp.
Diamond: A shot and sweet message delivered to MDK!
Baxter: This is going to be... GLORIOUS!
Match 1:
Nick Ryan vs. The Sentinel
DING.... DING....DING....
There's a loud pop for the opening bell as a smug Nick Ryan leans back against a neutral corner as he looks across the ring at the seven foot tall Sentinel who is eagerly ready to crush the lesser of the Ryan's; or so he thinks.
Diamond: This attitude shift within Nick Ryan has me puzzled. Here's a guy that was loved by the fans and respected by the fans only to lay out Andy Johnson not once, but twice over the last month.
Baxter: Sure the fans respected him but his peers did not. I don't blame Nick at all for having a chip on his shoulder because I would too!!
The Sentinel and Nick Ryan walk out towards the center of the ring ready to lock up. Nick casually extends his right hand out to shake The Sentinel's hand to boo's from the crowd. The Sentinel looks down at Nick's hand then back up at Nick. Nick seems genuwine so The Sentinel reaches out to shake his hand only to be gouged in the eyes! The crowd roars with massive boo's as Nick Ryan immediately starts opening up with right hands to the Sentinel's face until he's shoved backwards by the larger, stonger Sentinel. Ryan comes right back with a kick to the knee right knee cap followed by several more until he's shoved away a second time. Ryan comes right back swinging at the Sentinel, The Sentinel blocks this attempt and drives a hard headbut into the head of Ryan dropping Nick where he stands to a massive ovation from the crowd.
Baxter: See! Now even the crowd has turned on the modern day hero! How unfair is this!!
Diamond: Unfair?! He gouged The Sentinel in the eyes!!
Sentinel reaches down picking Nick up off the mat where he drives him back into a neutral corner! Sentinel lays several hard shots to the midsection before bringing Nick out to the center of the ring where he scoops him up and slams him down into the mat! Sentinel bounces off the ropes looking to deliver a massive elbow drop that Nick avoids by rolling out of the way sending the Sentinel crashing into the mat! Nick rolls over to his chest pushing himself up off the mat where he immediately backs up into a neutral corner and sizes the Sentinel up. Sentinel gets to both knee's when Nick comes out of the corner with a Superkick to the jaw knocking the Sentinel down to the mat! Nick drops down into the cover!
REFEREE: ONE....... TWO........ THRE.....
The crowd roars as the Sentinel powers out with a kick out that sends Nick three feet in the air and down on to the mat to a roar from the crowd. Sentinel sits up and starts getting back to his feet where he's met by a flury of right hands by Nick Ryan! Sentinel pushes Nick back towards the center of the ring and as Nick charges back in it's the Sentinel with a big boot to the jaw dropping Nick to the mat! The Sentinel bounces off the ropes where he drops a massive leg across Nick's throat to a huge pop from the crowd! The Sentinel makes the cover!
REFEREE: ONE..... TWO..... THRE............
Nick kicks out to a collective gasp from the crowd as they solidly get behind The Sentinel!
Diamond: The Sentinel might have Nick Ryan reeling!!!
The crowd roars loudly as The Sentinel is shown getting back to a vertical base where he calls for the Chokeslam to a louder ovation from the crowd! The Sentinel makes his way over to Nick where he picks him up off the mat and takes him by the throat! He hoists Nick high in the air only to see Nick Ryan counter in mid air with a RED LINE OUTTA NOWHERE!! The crowd roars with boo's as Nick rolls the Sentinel over making a one handed cover while on one knee.
REFEREE: ONE..... TWO....... THREE!!!!!
DING.... DING... DING......
Masters: The winner of this contest, NICK RYAN!
The crowd boo's intently as Nick Ryan gets to his feet and demands his arm raised in victory. Miami has no love for Nick as his arm is raised by the referee before he yanks it away from his grasp of the official before walking towards a neutral corner and the camera man as he points to himself as he states.
NICK RYAN- "I'm the true hero!"
Suddenly the fans ROAR as ANDY JOHNSON comes out from under the ring!
Diamond: ANDY JOHNSON!!
Andy dives into the ring where he's quickly to his feet! Nick turns around to see what the commotion is about when he's met by a double leg take down by Johnson! Andy takes the mount position on Nick and starts hammering down with hard right hands!! Nick quickly escapes the mount position and rolls out to the floor escaping from Andy's wrath! The fans boo Nick as he holds his jaw with his left hand while demanding a microphone! Donald Masters comes around the ring giving Nick the microphone.
NICK RYAN- "Do you realize what you've just done?"
"YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!" echoes towards Nick as he addresses Andy.
NICK RYAN- "You don't have the right to put your hands on the only hero that matters!"
Andy challenges Nick to get back in the ring which draws a smirk from Ryan as he continues.
NICK RYAN- "We don't do this on your time, we do this on MY time... And my time is August 7th at SUMMER MADNESS!"
There's a pop from the crowd as Andy nods his head in approval.
NICK RYAN- "I'm going to make you regret the day you were born!"
Nick tosses the microphone as the scene fades to the dressing room door of the Glorious New Breed. Tristan Slater emerges a bucket full of glitter falls all over him.
TRISTAN: What the Hell?
From out of nowhere, a booted foot lands square on his jaw and Tristan collapses.
The scene fades to black.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN...."
The Miami crowd pops.
"MY NAME IS FLASH ROTTEN...."
The pop gets louder as Flash Rotten walks out to the top of the ramp with a microphone in hand.
FLASH ROTTEN- "AND I AM THE GENERAL MANAGER OF MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL!"
The fans cater to the cheap pop as Flash stands at the top of the ramp.
FLASH ROTTEN- "Is everyone having a good time thus far tonight"
Another cheap pop!
FLASH ROTTEN- "Great, so let me cut to the chase because tonight is going to be a HUGE night with the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion "GLORIOUS" Tristan Slater as he defends against M.D.K!"
Okay the third cheap pop. I'm done.
FLASH ROTTEN- "While that is going to happen later tonight I come before each and everyone of you tonight to talk about Summer Madness on August 7th from the historic Madison Square Garden in MY home town of New York City. We already know that we're going to see Chronically Hunted defending the WGWF World Tag Team Championship against the former HISTORY MAKING Tag Champions, The Dynasty Violence Connection!"
Diamond: That's going to be a barn burner.
FLASH ROTTEN- "Earlier tonight Nick Ryan issued the challenge to Andy Johnson and Andy Johnson accepted... So consider NICK RYAN versus ANDY JOHNSON official for Summer Madness!"
Baxter: NICE!!
FLASH ROTTEN- "That's not all we're going to see come Summer Madness because tonight I'm PLEASED to announce that the "GOD OF GAME" KYLE SHANE will defending the WGWF Intercontinental Championship against JOHNATHON "THE BEAST" CABLE!"
Miami ROARS loudly!
Diamond: GET READY NEW YORK CITY! Summer Madness has just gotten BIGGER! Chronically Hunted and the DVC for the Tag Titles, Nick Ryan versus Andy Johnson and now the Intercontinental Championship IS going to be on the line when Kyle Shane defends against John Cable!
FLASH ROTTEN- "Enjoy the rest of the show!"
Flash turns and disappears behind the curtain.
Match 2:
Guest Commentator: Jocelyn Camden
Alyce Starchylde vs. Don Crusade
The strains of K Flay’s ‘Blood in the Cut’ drifts through the air as Alyce steps out on the entrance ramp. Her head bounces softly in time to the music and then she lurches forward down the aisle towards the ring carrying a baseball bat in her right hand with the word “partner” burnt into it. She doesn’t seem to notice the crowd as her haunted eyes stare towards the ring. She approaches, slides under the ring ropes and slouches in a corner as Don Crusade makes his way down to the ring to Inside the Fire by Disturbed.
Lollipop Chainsaw OST blast over the PA system as the WGWF Hall of Famer Jocelyn Camden stands at the top of the rampway, staring down into the ring…She slowly makes her way down the ramp way never taking her eyes off of Alyce. Jocelyn walks around the ring, still fixated on Alyce. She takes her seat next to Diamond and Baxter.
Diamond: Welcome to the booth Jocelyn!
Camden: Thanks for the invite.
Baxter: What brings you down here this Brawl??
Camden doesn’t respond as her and Alyce are still having a staring match at the bell sounds. Alyce puts her baseball bat in the corner of the ring. Don charges quickly at Alyce who ducks the first clothesline attempt and Don crashes in to the turnbuckle! Don wobbles back and gets dropkicked in the back by Alyce and Don tumbles out of the ring. Don is trying to collect himself on the outside of the ring but as he turns around to face the ring, Alyce is suicide diving out of the ring, taking Don down to the ground. Alyce mounts Don and starts to throw a ton of punches at Don as he covers up. The referee slides out of the ring to try and pull Alyce off. Alyce just jumps back on and continues to throttle Don Crusade with punches. Alyce finally gets off. She grabs Don and throws him back into the ring. Alyce glances back at Jocelyn as she slowly walks around the ring, using the steps to get back into the ring.
Camden: Sorry Baxter. Why am I down here? Basically to watch Alyce mop the floor with Don…
Baxter: Huh?
Camden: You heard me.
Diamond: You are rooting for Alyce?
Camden: I didn’t say that. She’s got talent… That’s what brings me down here. I want to see what she’s got. Up close and personal. Theres no denying she’s got talent…
Alyce climbs to the top rope and lets Don struggle to his feet. Don turns around and is blasted with a missile drop kick that sends him flying to the mat. Alyce gets up and once again is glancing over at Jocelyn.
Baxter: You’ve certainly got her attention sitting out here tonight.
Camden: She’s probably worried I’m going to steal her boyfriend over there.
Diamond: Boyfriend? What boyfriend?
Camden points to the bat sitting in the corner of the ring with a smirk on her face. Alyce goes over to the corner and grabs the bat. She skips over to the opposite corner and puts the bat down far away from Camden. Don has finally gotten to his feet but Alyce puts him down to a knee with a kick to the midsection and follows that up with a DDT.
Camden: See! I told you. Worried that I’m going to take away her boyfriend.
Diamond: Well you both are pretty ladies.
Alyce goes for a cover on Don!
1…
2…
3..
Don kicks out barely. Alyce stands up and waits for Don to reach his feet. Don is using the ropes to help himself up. Don turns around!
Camden: Well this one is over!
Baxter: Red Queen coming up!!
Alyce hits a Red Queen on Don’s chest as he is too tall to take in the face. Red Queen again! Again! Again! Don is wobbling! Alyce quickly gets to the second turnbuckle! She leaps off…. UNICORN STAMPEDE!! Alyce covers!!
1…
2…
3…!!!
DING.... DING.... DING....
Masters: The winner of this contest, ALYCE STARCHYLDE!
Alyce reaches her feet where she turns and walks towards the ropes facing the announcers table. Jocelyn loses the headsets and stands to her feet where Alyce and Camden stare each other down before Alyce blows Jocelyn a kiss followed by a lick of the tongue. Jocelyn shakes her head as the scene fades.
Match 3:
Chris Page vs. Erik Josten
"Hail to the King" Avenged Sevenfold
RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Out comes the Chronic One, hands in the air, as pyros explode and orange and aqua lighting fills the arena. He heads down the ramp to the roaring crowd.
Masters: The next match is scheduled for one fall! First, hailing from Detroit, Michigan! Standing six feet four inches and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds...he is one half of the World Tag Team champions... Chronic... CHRIS PAAAAAAAAAGGGGE!!!!!
RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Page runs and leaps onto the turnbuckle hands up..
RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Page hops into the ring as his music fades, leaving only the cheering crowd...
...until those familiar tones starts to play.
"Separate Ways" by Journey
RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Diamond: And here comes the Hoss!
Out stalks the Seattle Sparkplug, crackin' those knuckles and staring under that baseball cap. He thumps his cross tattoo a couple times as he takes heavy steps down the ramp, the rockin' guitar of Journey hammering the speakers.
Masters: And his opponent! Hailing from Seattle, Washington, standing six feet, eleven inches tall and weighing in at three-hundred and nineteen pounds...The Hoss ...ERIK JOSSSSSSSSSTENNNNNNN!!!!!
RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Erik reaches the ring. He steps up, clambers through, and walks past Page, turning his head to lock eyes with the Hall of Famer before stepping up onto the first turnbuckle, fists up in the air.
He hops down, walking to the adjacent buckle, where he climbs, and throws his fists up once again.
Journey fades as Erik jumps down and tosses his cap to ringside. He turns around to face his opponent, stepping casually toward the center, the bellow of the fans assaulting the eardrums.
Ding ding ding!
Diamond: And off we go!
The two stand across from each other, Erik staring Page down, lips curled in. Page stands his ground as Josten steps forward.
Erik shoves Chris hard in the chest with his flat palms, pushing him back a few steps.
Page shakes his head, and steps forward, pushing Erik in the chest with a shove of his own, shifting the Hoss' feet.
Baxter: Does Page really think he can out-shove Erik?
Diamond: The man's got heart.
Josten sneers, and shoves Page again, a loud smack resounding from the impact.
Page squints, but holds it back, and hits Erik with another good shove.
Diamond: The legend still going at it.
Josten nods, then out of the blue takes a quick step forward and clotheslines Page to the mat.
Diamond: And The Bad Dog is done playing games!
Erik goes to work, laying the boots to the fallen Page. Chris scrambles to his feet, where Josten grabs him by the wrist, whipping him across the ring and into the corner with a loud SMACK. Erik charges and drives a shoulder and Chris' gut. He reels back, and feeds another shoulder to the midsection of Page. He pushes back, and slams him one more time, knocking the breath away from the Chronic One.
Baxter: He's out for blood now!
Diamond: Erik showing dominance early on!
Josten grabs Page up and whips him the other way, crashing him into the opposite ring post. Erik charges again, but Page recovers, bounding onto the second rope and hopping over the charging Josten.
Diamond: Great evasion from Page!
The Americanimal catches himself, hands on the ropes, and turns to face Chris who quickly throws in a few leg kicks, pushing Erik into the corner. Page follows up with a chop the chest.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Another.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Another.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
He goes for another, but Erik's had enough, and with an explosion of power grabs Chris' shoulders and heaves him forward, sending Page tumbling ass over tea kettle to the center of the ring.
Diamond: Fire in the Bad Dog's eyes tonight!
Page is quick to leap to his feet from his back while Josten lumbers forward. He baseball slides under Josten's feet. Erik whirls around and is met with an Enziguri kick to the side of the head. Josten reels back, shaking the stars away from his eyes. Page hops up, prepares to run at Erik, but is met with a sickening spear, catapulting him to the floor. The Hoss goes on a tear, a flurry of punches meeting the side of Chris' head.
Diamond: And we're back in Josten's court!
Baxter: Knocked the chronic out've him!
Erik stands up, laying a few boots to the dazed Page. Josten brings him to his feet. Laying a few forearms to his back, Erik grips him by the back of the neck and throws him into the ropes. Page bounces off them, comes back, and is met in the chest with a Big Boot from The Bad Dog, sending him to the ground.
Diamond: Nice shot from Erik!
Page clutches his chest as Erik stands over him. Josten stares down, and pushes the side of Chris' face with his boot.
Baxter: Huh?
Page grimaces as Erik does it again, a harsh little push from the sole of his boot.
Diamond: Erik is relentless in that ring, but humiliation?
Chris stands, signs of frustration showing. He shakes his head, and the two start to circle. They lock up. Page fights and fights, but Erik's brute strength overpowers him into a headlock. Erik throws a few fists into Page's face, then whirls and hucks him head over heels onto the mat. He follows up with a few boots, brings him to his feet, and launches him against the ropes.
Baxter: Can't stop the Bad Dog, he's takin' names!
Page runs at Erik on the rebound, where Josten hoists him up and over, sending Page landing flat on his face with a big flapjack.
OOOOOOOH!!
Erik spits, then hooks a leg.
One!
Two...kickout.
Diamond: Page ain't done yet!
Page stirs, holding his head while Erik shakes his own head. He brings Chris to his feet, then throws a knee into his gut, followed by a hard whip into the corner. The Americanimal stalks up, grips the ropes around Page and starts laying boots into his belly. One after another after another, the pain on Page face apparent. He drops lower and lower and into a sitting position where Erik continues to stomp the mudhole into his gut.
Diamond: So far, Erik VERY dominant i-....
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
The crowd response and Diamond's abrupt cut off isn't for anything in the ring, rather what's happening outside the ring. HUNTER is making his way down the aisle, clapping and pumping his fist.
Diamond: What's he doing out here?!
Baxter: Out here to support his partner. They ARE Tag Team champions, ya know.
Diamond: Oh I doubt that very much!
But Baxter was right. HUNTER reaches the ring and starts slapping the apron, yelling for Page to get to his feet. Page looks ready to puke as Erik relents, grabbing him by the shoulders and lifting him up. Erik growls and whips him across the other way, this time lumber right behind him.
Baxter: Here we go again.
Yet somehow, Page finds a second wind. He jumps as he careens at the corner, plants his feet on the second ropes, jumps, turns, and hits Erik in the chest with a missile dropkick out of nowhere.
RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
Diamond: Not yet!
Josten stumbles back, caught off guard. Page is quick to his feet, a new energy reborn as the crowd goes wild being led by HUNTER.
LET'S GO PAGE! LET'S GO PAGE! LET'S GO PAGE!
He goes for it, running at Erik to connect with a series of chops and punches, pushing him into the corner. He kicks, he strikes, he chops, overwhelming the Bad Dog with the assault.
Diamond: Look at him go!
He grabs Erik by the shoulder, heaves, and pushes him to the center of the ring. He runs up behind him and finally puts him to the mat with a bulldog.
RUAAAAAAAAAHHH!
Again to his feet. He looks to the ropes, runs, and jumps onto the second rope, turning 180 degrees in the air. As Erik pushes himself up, he finds himself back down again with a clean legdrop from Page.
Diamond: He's on fire!
He's up, and bounds to the opposite side of the ring. He pauses as Josten again gets himself to his feet, then runs, clocking Josten as he turns around with a solid Shining Wizard.
Diamond: Page is back in the game!
Josten drops to his back. Page stands and throws his fist in the air.
RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
He pumps his fist and quickly ascends to the top rope, the crowd going absolutely wild. And surprisingly, so is HUNTER.
Baxter: There he goes!
Page balances on the top turnbuckle and leaps, stretching out wide and hitting Erik in the midsection with a HUGE high impact body splash.
Diamond: HUGE splash! What a comeback!
Again, Page bounces to his feet, and takes a moment to play the crowd. Page turns away from the immobile Erik, hands up, rockin 'and rollin', soaking in the adoring fans.
But behind, while Chris celebrates, Erik sits up.
Diamond: Oooooooh no.
The tone of the crowd changes. Page notices, and turns around, face covered in disbelief as Erik simply rubs his head and stands to his feet. He rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck, and is seemingly all of a sudden fully refreshed.
Baxter: Look at Page! His jaw is hitting the floor!
It is, but the Chronic One shakes it off. They meet in the middle and begin exchanging blows. Being completely comfortable standing up and trading blows, Erik quickly gains the upper hand, pushing Page back with lefts and rights. Josten goes to town, fist after fist assaulting The Chronic One.
Diamond: Page better get out of there quick!
As if on queue, Page manages to squirrel under a left hook from Josten. He gets behind him, wraps his arms around his midsection, and heaves.
And heaves.
And finally, is able to sloppily suplex Josten over and to the mat.
RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Diamond: And back in it again!
This time, however, Page wastes no time. He immediately goes to the top, and without hesitation, leaps off.
Diamond: Here it is! Diving Headbutt!
But the suplex wasn't nearly enough to put Erik down long enough. Josten rolls to safety as Page misses the mark, landing hard on the mat.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!
Baxter: Nobody home!
Erik is immediately on his feet which causes HUNTER to hop onto the apron. Erik turns his attention away from Page and gets in HUNTER's face. Page staggers to his own, only to find Erik with his back to him. Page charges at Erik but Erik senses it and moves out the way. Page stops himself right before running in HUNTER.
Baxter: Look, he was about to hit HUNTER. And after the encouragement he's been giving him!
Page immediately starts yelling at HUNTER to get off the apron. HUNTER yells back that he's only here to help. Page wants nothing of it as the argument continues. Finally HUNTER backs off and drops down from the apron with a smile on his face. Page turns around as Josten is charging towards him, ready to deliver the killshot. But Page sidesteps, and rolls Josten up from behind.
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Masters: Here is your winner, CHRIS PAGE!
The crowd roars as Page immediately slides out the ring. HUNTER looks less than pleased as his antics seemingly didn't work. Josten sits on the mat, not believing what just happened, visibly mad at himself.
DIAMOND: I am getting word from the truck that there is more footage about the missing Glorious Tristan Slater. He has apparently been found.
BAXTER: About time!
The scene cuts to Tristan Slater knocked out, Wrapped in a bow with a tag that reads 'To: MDK'. He is surrounded by stuffed animals.
Slater suddenly comes to. He flexes, ripping the bow and kicking at the stuffed animals cursing wildly. He stops, looking down at something on the floor. He picks up the tag with the initials MDK on it and throws it to the ground in a huff. Suddenly he turns and kicks the camera giving a brief image of a cracked screen, then static, then blackness.
Match 4:
Tag Team Attraction
Kyle Shane (c) and John "The Beast" Cable vs. Luke Riggs and Dustin Holt
DING.... DING.... DING.....
The Miami crowd responds as Kyle Shane steps out to the ring apron allowing his challenger to start things off in the Tag Team Attraction. Riggs starts off for his team as he walks right up to Cable and starts talking serious shit. John simply shakes his head before dropping Riggs where he stands with a hard right hand to the delight of the crowd! John picks Riggs up off the mat while taking him back into a neutral corner where he glares over at Kyle before drilling Riggs with a stiff knife edge chop across the chest that echoes throughout the arena followed by Rigg's screams! Cable lays a second and harder chop across the chest before shooting Riggs across the ring and into the opposite buckles, Riggs bounces off the bucklles walking into a side walk slam by Cable! John gets back to his feet where he looks overt towards Kyle with a smirk before opting not to make the cover, instead he gets back to his feet where he reaches down picking Riggs up off the mat. Cable takes Riggs back into the ropes where he shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Riggs bounces off the ropes and into a Military Press by Cable! John displays his strength as he holds Riggs high in the air before actually pressing Riggs four times before turning it into a Press Slam inverted into a Spinbuster! John looks back over at Kyle as he reaches his feet.
JOHN CABLE- "WHAT YOU GOT?"
John spouts out as he walks over tagging Kyle Shane into the match! Kyle steps through the ropes where he's heard saying.
KYLE SHANE- "Watch and learn."
Cable steps over the top rope and back to the ring apron as Kyle looks down at Riggs who's laid out. Kyle shakes his head as he walks over kneeling down waving over the face of Riggs who is unresponsive. Shane picks Riggs up off the mat before tossing him back into the corner that houses Dustin Holt. Holt tags his self into the ring where charges towards Shane swinging with a wild clothesline that the Intercontinental Champion simply ducks out of the way of. Holt spins around where he's met with a boot to the midsection followed by a front face lock by Shane who peels off a snap suplex! Shane rolls through picking Holt up off the mat delivering a second snap suplex! Shane rolls through completing the Three Amigo's to perfection as he knips up to his feet to a pop from the crowd. Shane turns and glances towards Cable with a smirk before he reaches down picking Holt up off the mat. Shane scoops Holt up and body slams him to the mat before walking towards the ropes where he steps out to the ring apron before making his way up to the top turnbuckles. Shane looks over at Cable before shifting back towards Holt where he leaps off the top rope with a Frog Splash across the chest of Holt! Kyle once again shifts his attention towards John with a smirk as he opts not to make a cover as he stands to his feet looking over at Cable.
KYLE SHANE- "WHAT YOU GOT, BIG MAN!"
Diamond: Are they doing what I think they're doing?
Baxter: Is this a game of whatever you can do I can do better?
Shane walks over to the corner tagging Cable a little more aggressively than when Cable tagged him. John shakes his head as he steps back over the top rope and into the ring as Holt slowly starts to push himself up and off the mat. Cable explodes towards Holt with a running boot to the face knocking him back down to the mat. John lays several stiff kicks to chest and body of Holt before reaching down picking him up off the mat, he shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip and Holt bounces off the ropes and into One Man Flap Jack!! John pops back up to his feet where he bounces off the ropes dropping a leg drop across the throat of Holt! John makes a cover.
REFEREE: ONE.... TWO.....THR
John picks Holt up off the mat breaking the count. John reaches his feet where he picks Holt up off the mat. He hoists him up in the air in a Crucifix before driving Holt violently into the mat with a Crucifix Powerbomb!! Out on the ring apron Riggs has finally pulled himself to a vertical base which catches the eye of Cable. John reaches down picking Holt up off the mat before taking him back into Riggs corner forcing Holt to tag Riggs! Cable brings Riggs into the ring the hard way hiptossing him over the top rope! Riggs works his way back to his feet where Cable charges forward turning Riggs inside with a Clothesline from Hell before turning towards his corner slapping Shane in the chest signaling the tag!
Diamond: Ya think they're competitive?
Shane steps into the ring where he and Cable don't takes eyes off each other with John stepping over the top rope and into the ring. Shane turns his attention to the downed Riggs. Shane picks him up off the mat rocking his jaw with forearm shot rocking Riggs back into the ropes. Shane comes forward where he fires Riggs across the ring, Riggs bounces off the ropes into the Goddess White Sword!! Shane makes a cover hooking the leg.
REFEREE: ONE..... TWO..... THRE.....
Shane yanks Riggs up off the mat before the three count as he looks over at John Cable while he gets back to a vertical base. He reaches down picking a limp Riggs up off the mat taking him back into the ropes a second time where he sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Shane bounces off the ropes delivering a running knee to the jaw of Riggs!! Shane opts not to make the cover where he gets to his feet turning and open hand chopping Cable across the chest! John steps over the top rope where he and Kyle go face to face to a massive ovation! Yet cooler heads prevail as John turns and see's Holt barely getting to his feet where he charges across the ring with a running boot to the jaw knocking Holt off the ring apron and sailing into the security railing!! Cable turns and picks up a limp Riggs, he positions him and drives him into the mat with the WALKING NIGHTMARE! John covers Riggs as his eyes are fixated on Shane.
REFEREE: ONE..... TWO..... THREE!!!!
DING.... DING... DING....
Masters: The winners of this contest, JOHN CABLE and the WGWF Intercontinental Champion KYLE SHANE!!!
Kyle steps through the ropes as John reaches his feet. Both men have their arms raised in victory before turning towards each other where they stare each other down. Kyle raises up the Intercontinental Title up near John's face. Cable shifts his eyes towards the title and then back towards Shane as the scene fades.
M.D.K is standing in the hallway talking to a cameraman when his phone goes off. M.D.K. grabs his phone and answers the multimedia text he just recieved...it is the video of Tristan being superkicked and him being wrapped in a bow. He smiles as he watches...he also saves the incoming number...the camera catches him as he gives the new contact the name 'ALYCE'.
MAIN EVENT:
WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
M.D.K. vs. "GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER (c)
‘Charlie Big Potato’ by Skunk Anansie begins and the boos rise up as M.D.K. emerges with a look of disgust on his face. He glowers at the crowd before making his way down to the ring… M.D.K. then stares at the ring apron before climbing up and into the ring with a focussed look on his face.
Diamond: “And here… we… go! Main event time here on Brawl…”
Baxter: “Two men, one ring… and one prize on the line.”
Diamond: “Can this ring house these two mammoth egos?”
Baxter: “If last week is anything to go by, I think the answer is a resounding no.”
Tristan Slater appears at the top of the ramp with the title around his waist. He points at M.D.K. and then to his title and then wiggles his finger to say that M.D.K. wasn’t getting any of this.
Diamond: “Here is the champion and it’s safe to say that these two do not like each other.”
Baxter: “And with Slater used as a glorified present for M.D.K. earlier, you have to wonder the state of mind that the champion will be in.”
Diamond: “We know the mind games don’t always work on Slater but it’s clear that M.D.K. is getting under his skin and vice versa.”
Slater climbs into the ring and the pair immediately square up and are physically pushed apart by the referee and ushered to their corners. The referee keeps an eye on each man and holds up his arms.
Baxter: “Watching that referee makes me think of Chris Pratt controlling velociraptors!”
Donald Masters climbs into the ring and holds up the microphone.
Masters: “Ladies and gentlemen… this is… the MAIN EVENT of the evening! The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first the challenger… Hailing from Las Vegas Nevada by way of London England, he weighs in at 270lbs… He is a former WGWF Internet, Intercontinental and World Heavyweight Champion and is a member of the WGWF Hall of Fame… He… is M… D… K!!!”
M.D.K. poses to rapturous boos and Slater hands the title over to the referee.
Master: “And his opponent… from Miami Florida and weighing in at 245lbs… He is a member of the WGWF Hall of Fame and is a former WGWF Television and Intercontinental champion and is the reigning, defending and undisputed WGWF Heavyweight Champion of the World… GLORIOUS… Tristan… SLATER!”
The crowd pops and Slater gestures to the crowd while looking at M.D.K. and mocks the challenger who scowls in response and takes a few steps forwards.
Diamond: “These two can’t be separated for much longer! Masters is out of the ring and it’s about to kick off!”
The referee signals for the bell and the pair charge at each other and both whale in with a series of punches to each other and the referee can only look on as the crowd roar the pair on. Slater gets the upper hand and backs M.D.K. into the corner and delivers a hard elbow to the face of the challenger and takes a few steps back to the middle of the ring, charges forwards and delivers a running knee to the sternum of M.D.K. causing him to stagger forwards and leans down… Slater backs into the ropes, charges forwards and…
Diamond: “FLIP PILE-DRIVER! FLIP PILE-DRIVER ALREADY!”
The crowd are electric as M.D.K. gets driven into the mat and Slater pumps himself up to the delight of the crowd! He turns to M.D.K. but the challenger has rolled out of the ring and is kneeling by the ring apron as the crowd boos!
Diamond: “Crowd are booing as M.D.K. gets the hell out of dodge!”
Baxter: “Slater gets a false start and suddenly the crowd are creaming their pants!”
Slater goes to slide out of the ring and the referee stops him and the pair start to argue as the referee stops him. He points to M.D.K. and the referee looks at him and as he does, Slater slides out of the ring from the other side. He stalks M.D.K. and grabs him from behind but as he does, M.D.K. catches him with a crafty elbow to the temple. Slater staggers backwards and M.D.K. connects with a flurry of punches and stomps that stagger the champion before M.D.K. takes Slater’s arm and whips him into the steel steps and The Glorious One falls awkwardly as the steps separate.
Diamond: “Slater caught his shoulder nastily there and M.D.K. loves it!”
The referee is up to eight for a double count out and M.D.K. slides in and out again to break it before making his way over to the champion and driving the heel of his boot hard into the damaged shoulder of Slater who winces in pain. M.D.K. takes the arm of Slater and yanks it sharply before dragging him to his feet and connects with a meticulously placed knee before maintaining his grip and rolls into the ring with Slater’s arm. He pulls on it to usher the champion into the ring and as Slater obeys, M.D.K. climbs back out between the middle and bottom rope and drags Slater’s arm with him and hotshots it across the bottom rope forcing howls of pain from the champion who writhes in the middle of the ring. M.D.K. stands on the outside and poses for the raging crowd before walking up to a booing child in the front row, snatches his popcorn from him and takes a handful and munches on it.
Diamond: “If M.D.K. could be summed up in one action, snatching food from a child would be it…”
The child’s father shouts at the challenger and M.D.K. looks the man up and down before tipping the popcorn over his head. The father is restrained by ringside security as he fumes at M.D.K. as the challenger takes a steps back and mocks the crowd but his face turns to shock as Slater is on his knees in the ring and has a handful of the challenger’s hair. M.D.K. turns back to his opponent and is met with a fierce left but immediately replies with a rake of the eyes and as Slater rolls away, M.D.K. casually rolls into the ring and mockingly wobbles his head as the referee admonishes him again.
Diamond: “M.D.K. truly is a sack of crap and that is not something I say lightly…”
Baxter: “Well I’m glad you don’t speak for both of us…”
Diamond: “Come on now Derek, you can’t honestly accept what this SOB is doing do you?”
Baxter: “He’s doing what is necessary.”
Slater slowly climbs to his feet but is met by a few shots by M.D.K. before dropping him with a snap suplex. M.D.K. floats over and makes a cover!
1!
2!
Kick-out!
M.D.K. mounts Slater and presses a knee to the champion’s chest and whales with a series of stiff left hands before driving stiff forearms into the face of Slater and then dropping down and pressing his forearm against the throat of The Glorious One! The referee calls for a break and on 3, the challenger reluctantly releases and stands up to be reprimanded by the referee.
Diamond: “This is a match built out of disrespect and general loathing for one another and they sure as hell aren't holding back tonight!”
As Slater climbs to his feet, M.D.K. barges the referee out of the way and drives his boot straight into the already damaged shoulder of the champion.
Baxter: “And M.D.K. is picking apart that shoulder of Slater sinew by sinew and ligament by ligament.”
Slater holds his shoulder and writhes in pain as M.D.K. stands over Slater and smirks as he presses his boot into the shoulder socket of the champion.
M.D.K.: “Do you respect me now?”
Slater spits in defiance and M.D.K. casually turns the stomp into a knee drop across Slater’s chest. The champion splutters in pain as M.D.K. gets back to his feet and hits Slater with a couple of forearms before whipping Tristan into the corner using his injured arm. M.D.K. charges in with a turnbuckle clothesline and steps back, measures Slater up and wraps him up before dropping him with an overhead belly to belly suplex! Slater crashes to the mat and M.D.K. again poses for a baying crowd!
Diamond: “M.D.K. weathered the early Slater storm and has taken control of the match now!”
Slater crawls across the mat towards the ropes and pulls himself up to the level of the middle level but M.D.K. is behind him and wraps up the waist of the champion and hauls him backwards with a German suplex!
Baxter: “Another huge suplex from the challenger!”
M.D.K. rolls through and locks up the arms of Slater and hits a dragon suplex!
Baxter: “German and a Dragon! We know what’s coming next!”
M.D.K. wraps up the arms of Slater and drives him to the mat with a strait-jacket suplex to complete the chimera-plex!
Baxter: “Chimera-Plex from the challenger! And the pin!”
1!
2!
Kick-out!
Slater manages to writhe free and M.D.K. gets to his feet and backs the referee into the corner and rages at the official for a slow count. The referee argues back and M.D.K. squares up to the official who shows off his shirt to remind him who the official is.
Diamond: “M.D.K. getting frustrated and running the risk of getting himself disqualified.”
M.D.K. turns back to Slater who is up to a knee and charges at him but the champion pops up and rattles the challenger with a European uppercut! M.D.K. staggers backwards and Slater stumbles forwards and tackles M.D.K. to the mat and drives a flurry of punches into the ribs of M.D.K. with his good arm. M.D.K. struggles against the onslaught and grabs the bad arm of Slater, adjusts his hips and synchs in an armbar and Slater howls in pain!
Baxter: “His years of technical knowhow just dropped Slater straight into that trap and Slater is in trouble.”
Slater gets to one knee while struggling against the vice like grip of M.D.K. who roars at Slater to give up. Slater gets to his feet but M.D.K. drags him in deep again like a predator and Slater howls in anguish!
Diamond: “M.D.K. has worn that shoulder down so much that Slater can’t hold on for long!”
Slater holds onto the leg of M.D.K. that is grapevine around his already damaged arm and roars in pain. His eyes widen with an idea and suddenly he adjusts his weight and shifts M.D.K.’s body backwards and turns it into a pinfall!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Diamond: “That is why he’s champion! The awareness and guile is what makes him one step ahead of the game!”
M.D.K. rolls backwards and Slater backs into the corner to nurse his shoulder as the referee checks on him. M.D.K.’s face is one of frustration and fury and he charges at the wounded champion but is met with a kick that only momentarily stops him. The challenger advances again and is met with another kick and then a punch with the good arm of Slater. The crowd gets behind Slater as he follows it up with another and another before backing up to the corner and charging forward only to walk into the path of a…
Baxter: “HELLSHOT! HELLSHOT TO THE CHAMPION!”
And immediately M.D.K. rolls through and locks in the Koji Clutch!
Diamond: “And he’s turned it into the Mancuerda! With what his arm has been through, I doubt Slater can hold on for long!”
M.D.K. locks in the Mancuerda tight on the champion who looks to be struggling to breathe. The crowd are fully behind him as his weakened arm reaches out in vain for a rope that isn’t nearby.
Baxter: “Here we have it! A new champion!”
Slater’s face is getting redder as M.D.K. torques on the grip and shouts at the champion to simply give up. But Slater isn’t giving up and instead rolls M.D.K. in for a pinfall!
1!
But M.D.K. rolls it through and now Slater is in the middle of the ring.
Diamond: “Slater was almost out but his escape has backfired spectacularly and now he’s in the middle of the ring and far away from safety.”
Slater’s hand stretches out as though he is about to tap. The crowd are now stomping and clapping in unison while they chant.
TRIS-TAN SLA-TER!
TRIS-TAN SLA-TER!
Suddenly Slater’s outstretched palm becomes a fist which shakes with determination and M.D.K. roars ‘No’ in response! Slater uses his good hand to drag him and M.D.K. across the mat towards the ropes and the crowd are cheering him on!
Diamond: “He’s doing it! He’s actually doing it!”
Closer he edges to the ropes and stretches out again and this time is near enough to grab the bottom rope! The crowd cheers and we can see Diamond on his feet as well!
Baxter: “Nice impartiality there!”
M.D.K. holds on though and the referee makes the count for the rope break and on 4, the hold is released. M.D.K. rolls to his feet and stands over Slater as he still clutches onto the ropes and screams at the champion to lie down and die before delivering a series of stomps to The Glorious One who curls up into the ball and the referee drags the challenger away. M.D.K. argues with the referee as Slater gets to one knee and breathes deeply.
Baxter: “Slater is in this deeper than he thought!”
M.D.K. storms over to Slater again and delivers a boot only for it to be caught by the arm of the champion and follows up with a dragon screw that sends M.D.K. across the ring! The crowd are up and cheering Slater on as he shakes the feeling back into his arm as the challenger backs into the corner and Slater follows him in and delivers a flurry of boots to the chest of M.D.K. he drives them harder until he uses the rope to spring up and drives both feet square into the challenger’s chest!
Diamond: “And now it’s Slater on the offensive!”
Slater steps into the middle of the ring and raises his good arm before charging forwards and delivering a running knee straight to the side of M.D.K.’s head before pressing the knee hard into his face to press him hard against the bottom turnbuckle until the referee pulls him away. Slater winces as he drags M.D.K. up to his feet and delivers a set of chops to the challenger before connecting with an elbow strike. Slater instinctively goes to whip M.D.K. with his injured arm but winces at the pressure and as M.D.K. gets halfway across the ring and then pulls Slater in for an inverted atomic drop but Slater locks up the head of his opponent and drops him with a high angled DDT!
Diamond: “What a battle! What heart from both men!”
Baxter: “But that was the bad arm of Slater and he’s clearly suffering now!”
Slater is on his back kicking his legs as he holds his arm as M.D.K. lies face down and motionless on the mat for a moment before stirring slowly. Slater wills himself back to his feet with a growl and delivers a couple of kicks to M.D.K. who is on all fours. Slater grabs the hair of M.D.K. to hold up his head before driving a couple of forearms to the face of the challenger before delivering a chop to his chest but clutches his arm from naturally using it to chop!
Baxter: “Slater’s arsenal has been pruned just by taking out one key limb!”
M.D.K. fires back with a couple of left hand shots back and Slater winces through the pain to deliver another shot that staggers M.D.K. backwards but leaves The Glorious One holding his shoulder. M.D.K. connects with another couple of jabs before Slater goes for a chop but M.D.K. leans back and dodges, locks up the waist of the champion and drives him into the mat with an Ore Ga Taue!
Diamond: “Superior-Plex on Slater! Superior-Plex!”
M.D.K. hooks the leg and makes the cover!
1!
2!
But Slater gets the shoulder up at the very last moment and the crowd are on their feet with their hands on their heads thinking that it’s all over! M.D.K. looks up at the referee who holds up two fingers to which the challenger’s jaw drops.
Diamond: “M.D.K. thought he had it! The crowd thought he had done it! But the referee makes it clear that it was only 2!”
M.D.K. runs his hands through his hair and looks enraged before he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He sits up and his eyes are full of fury as he glares at the referee before dragging Slater up using the injured arm and M.D.K. holds it tightly before twisting it once… then twice and then pulls Slater in and wraps up the arms of Slater and hits an overhead belly to belly suplex! But Slater manages to flip through and land on his feet! M.D.K. turns around and it met by a super-kick out of nowhere from the champion which has such impact, it can be heard around the arena!
Diamond: “Super-Kick! Super-Kick! Super-Kick on M.D.K. that they must have heard back in England!”
M.D.K. is flat out on the mat and Slater drops down and makes the cover!
1!
2!
No!
M.D.K. rolls the shoulder and the crowd boo at the kickout.
Diamond: “I don’t know how! I just don’t know how M.D.K. managed to kick out of that!”
Baxter: “If he’d have hooked the leg, he’d be celebrating right now! Cockiness will be his undoing.”
Slater sits up and looks up at the sky and shakes his head before getting to his feet and pulling M.D.K. up and delivering a couple of forearm shots before whipping M.D.K. into the corner with his healthy arm and following up with a running knee to the face of the challenger causing him to stagger out and Tristan follows up with a bulldog to which the crowd go ballistic! Slater makes the cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Diamond: “What has he got to do to put M.D.K. away?”
Slater looks up and shakes his head before giving himself a wry smile before dragging himself to his feet before pulling at M.D.K. and hitting a couple of forearm shots to his jaw as he stays in a kneeling position. Slater hits a couple of well-placed kicks to the head and shoulders of M.D.K. before backing into the ropes and hitting a shining wizard but M.D.K. bursts up, catches Slater and drives him into the mat with a one-armed spine-buster! Slater convulses with the impact and M.D.K. crawls up Slater and makes the cover!
1!
2!
No!
Baxter: “This see-saw battle is too much to bear! The crowd are absolutely lapping it up!”
M.D.K. remains sprawled over Slater’s midsection and slaps the mat in frustration. He grabs the face of Slater, talks trash about him just giving up and dying before hitting him with a straight slap. M.D.K. gets up to his feet using Slater’s face instead of the mat to press up on to get to a vertical base. M.D.K. walks over to the turnbuckle and adjusts the padding causing the referee to come over and tell M.D.K. off.
Diamond: “What is M.D.K. up to?”
As the referee fixes the turnbuckle, M.D.K. walks up to the next turnbuckle and easily tears the padding off to leave it exposed. The crowd boo as they realise what M.D.K. is doing and he casually jogs up to Slater who has got himself back to all fours and boots him square in the ribs. The champion splutters as the air is driven from his lungs with another running punt and Slater tumbles into the corner. M.D.K. hauls Slater up to his feet and delivers a flurry of MMA style knees to the champion before bealing him into the middle of the ring!
Baxter: “M.D.K. is using the weight advantage to try and bully Slater!”
Diamond: “And if he thinks that will work, then he clearly doesn’t know Tristan Slater!”
M.D.K. grabs the bad arm of Slater and drags him to his feet. He whips slater towards the exposed turnbuckle but Slater reverses the whip but before M.D.K. can hit, he takes advantage of the injured arm and drags Slater back into his grip and hits a picture perfect Northern Lights Suplex with bridge!
1!
2!
But Slater wriggles free to break the count and M.D.K.’s face reddens and he simply screams out the word ‘Fuck’ for everybody to hear!
Diamond: “We’d like to apologise for any profanity you might have heard!”
Baxter: “Are you surprised! Slater is relying on muscle memory to kick out now!”
M.D.K. sits up and glares at the referee and slaps his hand to indicate that it was a three count. The referee shakes his head and holds up two fingers. M.D.K. does the same but in a far more inappropriate way…
Diamond: “Class as ever from M.D.K.”
M.D.K drags Slater back to his feet and whips him towards the exposed turnbuckle and this time Slater drops the shoulder and reverses it and pulls towards M.D.K. towards him and winces as he wraps up the challenger’s arms and arm capture hot-shots M.D.K. face first onto the exposed ring turnbuckle!
Diamond: “The plan backfired! Slater even wrapped up the arms of M.D.K. to maximise facial impact from that!”
Baxter: “Look at the blood! M.D.K. is bleeding!”
Blood is gushing from the forehead of M.D.K. as he slips down the turnbuckle in a crumpled heap and Slater clutches his shoulder on his knees. The crowd stamp in unison to spur him on and it seems to fuel The Glorious One back to his feet! Slater pulls M.D.K. back to his feet and pushes back first into the turnbuckle and connects with a couple of forearms before locking up the arm and attempts a vertical suplex but the arm is too painful and Slater shakes it again to get blood and feeling to it but M.D.K. push kicks Slater away. The crimson faced challenger staggers forwards to Slater but it met with a kick to the midsection! Slater raises an arm and locks up the challenger and hits a second flip pile-driver!
Diamond: “A FLIP PILE-DRIVER! A SECOND FLIP PILE-DRIVER! And M.D.K. is still in the ring this time! There is no escape!”
Slater nurse his arm from the impact and then gingerly rolls the challenger over and makes the cover!
1!
2!
No! M.D.K. gets the shoulder up at the last heartbeat and the crowd are in a state of shock. A few people start a chant and suddenly the whole arena is behind it.
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
Baxter: “The arena is right. This match is awesome and both of these men are leaving nothing to chance.”
Slater rolls off M.D.K. and looks up at the lights, sighs and lets out a laugh of disbelief. Both men slowly stir and the champion sits up and holds onto his knees and rubs his shoulder as the referee checks on both men. Slater gingerly gets to his feet and drags M.D.K. up to his feet. He whips M.D.K. into the exposed turnbuckle which he hits back-first! Slater slaps his injured arm and charges at M.D.K. with a roaring elbow but the challenger drops down and the bad arm crashes into the steel buckle and Slater howls in pain as M.D.K. crawls away with blood still dripping down his face!
Diamond: “This is a war! An absolute war!”
Slater struggles to compose himself but manages to stalk the retreating challenger but as he grabs M.D.K. by the waist, the challenger responds with a back elbow into the jaw of The Glorious One followed by a second, a third and a fourth and suddenly the grip is released and Slater backs into the ropes as the challenger turns to face him. Slater surges forwards for a third flip pile-driver but he stumbles forwards into a…
Baxter: “HELLSHOT! HELLSHOT TO THE CHAMPION!”
M.D.K. remains slumped as Slater is out cold on the mat. The referee starts to count both men out but suddenly the challenger reaches over to his adversary and makes the cover!
1!
Baxter: “New champion!”
2!
Baxter: “New champion!”
No!
Slater puts his foot on the bottom rope and the referee stops the count! A bloodied M.D.K. looks up at the referee who points to the rope where M.D.K. sees Slater’s foot and looks at it with a look of sheer disbelief. He slowly drags the champion up and pushes him against the ropes and connects with a couple of forearms before grabbing Slater’s face and screams into it.
M.D.K.: “Be careful what you wish for you little bitch! I’m going to fucking end you!”
Slater laughs weakly in response and M.D.K. hits a straight, stiff slap to the mouth of the champion and blood cascades from Slater’s lip straight away to which the champion responds with a bloodied grin. M.D.K. takes a step back and measures up Slater before charging at the champion to hit him with a clothesline that sends both men over the top rope! Both men hit the outside hard but Slater managed to land more on top and hits mounted punches to the challenger but M.D.K. throws his assailant off and returns the favour with a few shots of his own as the referee starts to count…
1!
2!
M.D.K. drags Slater to his feet and throws him into the guard wall and points to the sky before charging at Tristan and delivers a Yakuza kick that exacerbates the lip of the champion!
3!
4!
Slater connects with a few stiff jabs to the ribs of M.D.K. that stall the assault from the challenger and Slater capitalises with a European uppercut with his uninjured arm. M.D.K. staggers back but Slater drives M.D.K. back first into the ring apron before grabbing M.D.K.’s leg and connects with a fisherman’s suplex!
5!
6!
Slater breathes heavily as he rolls off of his challenger and again just hits straight punches to the face of M.D.K. before shaking him by the shoulders and then connecting with a few elbows! But M.D.K. uses his hand to chop the damaged shoulder of Slater who howls in response and tries to back up and M.D.K. drives Slater backwards but this time into the announce table!
7!
8!
Diamond: “Both men are ignoring the referee’s count and are more focussed on beating the hell out of each other!”
M.D.K. clears the clutter from the table and chops the chest of Tristan until it reddens before grabbing the champion by the throat and shaking him violently!
9!
10!
DING! DING! DING!
Baxter: “What is happening?”
Masters: “The referee has indicated that this match is a DOUBLE COUNT-OUT! Therefore this match is a DRAW meaning that STILL…”
But before Donald can finish his announcement, both men are sprawled on top of him and continue to beat the living hell out of each other!
Diamond: “This match is over in the official sense only! These two have so much bad blood that they aren’t going to stop until the other man stops moving!”
Baxter: “Let them at it!”
M.D.K. grabs Donald’s microphone and drives it into the temple of his downed adversary. The crowd boo as Slater seems to slow down his defence a little and M.D.K. stands up and looks at the cameraman who keeps on getting a little too close to the action. M.D.K. squares up to the camera operator until the challenger snatches it from him.
Diamond: “Oh my god, what is M.D.K. going to do with that? That has to be 80lbs of camera equipment!”
M.D.K. holds the camera up over his head to drop it onto the prone body of Slater but the champion manages to come to and meets M.D.K. with a low blow that knocks the air out of M.D.K.’s lungs and also forces him to drop the camera that smashes on impact!
The time keeper rings the bell again to try and get order but Slater is back to his feet, grabs the bloodied face of M.D.K. and connects with a brutal headbutt! M.D.K. staggers away and as the bell goes to ring again, Slater snatches it from the time-keeper and points at him.
Slater: “We are done when I say we’re done!”
He takes the bell and eyes up M.D.K. who is on one knee clutching his nose and resting against the guard wall. Slater charges forwards with the bell but M.D.K. ducks and Slater cracks a women who was in the front row and she drops on impact. Slater’s eyes widen in horror as he goes to check on the woman but M.D.K. spins Slater back to him and despite Slater’s protests to check on the woman, M.D.K. is relentless and drives his shoulder into the midsection of Slater!
Diamond: “This is gone too far! Fans are getting hurt! We need medics out here! Security!”
M.D.K. whips Slater towards him and Slater lies sprawled on the announce table which M.D.K. follows up with an elbow to his throat as two security guards charge down to the ring. The first goes for M.D.K. who boots him in the stomach and drops him with a HellShot!
Baxter: “HellShot! HellShot to the security and both of these men have lost it!”
The other security guard looks stunned and charges at M.D.K. with his baton withdrawn but M.D.K. tackles the guard to the ground and whales in on him. Two more security guards charge down and both grab the challenger but Slater is back up and pulls M.D.K. towards him and as the guards try to restrain him, both he and M.D.K. drop their respective guards with punches and immediately resume their brawl.
Diamond: “Someone needs to do something!”
Slater gets the advantage and whips M.D.K. into another section of the guard wall and charges forwards and spears the challenger through the section of guard wall!
Flash Rotten emerges at the top of the ramp and looks furious! He has a microphone in his hand as the pair trade punches on the floor amongst the stunned crowd.
Rotten: “ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! SECURITY!”
A dozen security guards swarm the ring and pounce on the pair but M.D.K. still manages to break free and launch himself at the champion again leading to the security losing control. Flash looks to the back and waves to men in the back and suddenly swathes of the roster charge down to help the security and try and bring chaos to this madness! Slater is pinned facedown by ten men and the same fate befalls M.D.K. as they are cuffed in a bid to control them. Slater suddenly breaks free and lands a hands bound splash onto M.D.K. and the pair try to kick and headbutt each other until finally security drag them both up the ramp to be laid in front of Flash whose face is ashen with fury.
Rotten: “Do you two want to ruin my main event? Do you two want to bring lawsuits to my door from assaulting fans? Do you two want to brawl in the street like common fucking animals? If you two want to kill each other, I don’t care but at least make me some fucking money in doing so.”
Both men eyeball Flash defiantly.
Rotten: “If you two can’t play by the rules, then I guess all I can do is tell you both that this match is going to happen again without the rules, without the countouts… at SUMMER MADNESS… IN A NEW YORK STREET FIGHT!”
The crowd pop and both men glare at each other.
Diamond: “Oh my god! Slater and M.D.K. for Summer Madness! In a New York Street Fight!”
Baxter: “No rules, no sanctions… just pure unadulterated hatred!”
M.D.K. smirks as Slater looks enraged and the Brawl credits rolls and the show comes to a close.
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
6.12.17
AMERICAN AIRLINES ARENA
MIAMI, FLORIDA
Monday Night Brawl takes the air live from Miami, Florida to a MASSIVE ovation from the crowd as "GLORIOUS" Tristan Slater saunters out to the top of the ramp in front of his home town! He's in a pair of faded jeans, white hi-tops, a black shirt with white bold letters that read "I HEARD WHAT YOU DID FOR A KLONDIKE BAR.
CALL ME."
The WGWF World Heavyweight Championship is slung over his right shoulder as he makes his way down the aisle.
Diamond: In the very building he won the World Title in the prodical son returns to a SOLD OUT American Airlines Arena where he is set to defend the WGWF Heavyweight Championship in our Main Event against MDK!
Baxter: It's Glorious!
Tristan reaches ringside as he climbs up on the ring apron where he steps through the ropes taking center ring where he hoists up the World Title to an even LOUDER ovation! Tristan lowers the title slinging it back over his right shoulder as he calls for the microphone. The Glorious One walks towards the ropes reaching out taking the microphone from Donald Masters. The music fades away as he reaches center ring and a massive "GLOR-IOUS! GLOR-IOUS! GLOR-IOUS!" chant fills the arena. Tristan takes a step back soaking in the home town reception.
Diamond: What a moment!
The crowd doesn't let up as they get louder and louder bring a smirk to Tristan's face as he raises the microphone and states.
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- "It's good to see all of you too."
The fans ROAR!! The roar breaks out into a "TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN!" chant causing Tristan to nod his head as he raises the microphone once again.
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- "The last time I was in this building I was a little pre-occupied by winning the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship..."
Another huge ovation!!
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- "And tonight I've returned to SUCCESSFULLY DEFEND the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship!"
You can't even hear yourself think it's so loud inside the American Airlines Arena! Tristan motions for the crowd to quiet down and after several seconds they start to calm there tits.
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- "It's easy for me to stand in this ring and talk about how I've already established that I'm a FAR better champion than my challenger tonight could ever be. It's easy for me to stand before each and everyone of you and not have to question just how good I am when it comes to taking care of business in this ring because the gold belt over my right shoulder proves it; while my challenger on the other hand is content with sitting back and running his mouth because that's about the only thing he's got going for him to begin with."
Tristan takes a moment.
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- "All roads have brought my challenger and I right here to Miami, Florida for that one epic confrontation that should have taken place back at Wrestle Wars Eleven... I'm here, I'm ready, I'm GOING to defeat Danny in the center of this ring because the cream always rises to the top! For me this is about proving to him beyond ANY shadow of a doubt that I am the better man, it's about proving to MYSELF that I am STILL the man!"
The crowd starts to stir as The Glorious One continues to speak with sheer emotion.
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- "It's easy to say you're the best, and while the record books will show Tristan at two and Danny at zero within our confrontations there's always going to be that astrick beside them because Danny's shoulders wasn't the shoulders that hit the mat... Until tonight."
There's a pop from the crowd as Tristan looks directly into the camera as if he's talking straight to his challenger.
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- "Danny, the time for talk..."
Tristan pauses.
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- ".... That's ended. Put up or shut up, big boy."
Tristan drops the microphone as Miami explodes once again! The WGWF World Heavyweight Champion exits the ring dropping down to the floor as he starts to walk back up the ramp.
Diamond: A shot and sweet message delivered to MDK!
Baxter: This is going to be... GLORIOUS!
Match 1:
Nick Ryan vs. The Sentinel
DING.... DING....DING....
There's a loud pop for the opening bell as a smug Nick Ryan leans back against a neutral corner as he looks across the ring at the seven foot tall Sentinel who is eagerly ready to crush the lesser of the Ryan's; or so he thinks.
Diamond: This attitude shift within Nick Ryan has me puzzled. Here's a guy that was loved by the fans and respected by the fans only to lay out Andy Johnson not once, but twice over the last month.
Baxter: Sure the fans respected him but his peers did not. I don't blame Nick at all for having a chip on his shoulder because I would too!!
The Sentinel and Nick Ryan walk out towards the center of the ring ready to lock up. Nick casually extends his right hand out to shake The Sentinel's hand to boo's from the crowd. The Sentinel looks down at Nick's hand then back up at Nick. Nick seems genuwine so The Sentinel reaches out to shake his hand only to be gouged in the eyes! The crowd roars with massive boo's as Nick Ryan immediately starts opening up with right hands to the Sentinel's face until he's shoved backwards by the larger, stonger Sentinel. Ryan comes right back with a kick to the knee right knee cap followed by several more until he's shoved away a second time. Ryan comes right back swinging at the Sentinel, The Sentinel blocks this attempt and drives a hard headbut into the head of Ryan dropping Nick where he stands to a massive ovation from the crowd.
Baxter: See! Now even the crowd has turned on the modern day hero! How unfair is this!!
Diamond: Unfair?! He gouged The Sentinel in the eyes!!
Sentinel reaches down picking Nick up off the mat where he drives him back into a neutral corner! Sentinel lays several hard shots to the midsection before bringing Nick out to the center of the ring where he scoops him up and slams him down into the mat! Sentinel bounces off the ropes looking to deliver a massive elbow drop that Nick avoids by rolling out of the way sending the Sentinel crashing into the mat! Nick rolls over to his chest pushing himself up off the mat where he immediately backs up into a neutral corner and sizes the Sentinel up. Sentinel gets to both knee's when Nick comes out of the corner with a Superkick to the jaw knocking the Sentinel down to the mat! Nick drops down into the cover!
REFEREE: ONE....... TWO........ THRE.....
The crowd roars as the Sentinel powers out with a kick out that sends Nick three feet in the air and down on to the mat to a roar from the crowd. Sentinel sits up and starts getting back to his feet where he's met by a flury of right hands by Nick Ryan! Sentinel pushes Nick back towards the center of the ring and as Nick charges back in it's the Sentinel with a big boot to the jaw dropping Nick to the mat! The Sentinel bounces off the ropes where he drops a massive leg across Nick's throat to a huge pop from the crowd! The Sentinel makes the cover!
REFEREE: ONE..... TWO..... THRE............
Nick kicks out to a collective gasp from the crowd as they solidly get behind The Sentinel!
Diamond: The Sentinel might have Nick Ryan reeling!!!
The crowd roars loudly as The Sentinel is shown getting back to a vertical base where he calls for the Chokeslam to a louder ovation from the crowd! The Sentinel makes his way over to Nick where he picks him up off the mat and takes him by the throat! He hoists Nick high in the air only to see Nick Ryan counter in mid air with a RED LINE OUTTA NOWHERE!! The crowd roars with boo's as Nick rolls the Sentinel over making a one handed cover while on one knee.
REFEREE: ONE..... TWO....... THREE!!!!!
DING.... DING... DING......
Masters: The winner of this contest, NICK RYAN!
The crowd boo's intently as Nick Ryan gets to his feet and demands his arm raised in victory. Miami has no love for Nick as his arm is raised by the referee before he yanks it away from his grasp of the official before walking towards a neutral corner and the camera man as he points to himself as he states.
NICK RYAN- "I'm the true hero!"
Suddenly the fans ROAR as ANDY JOHNSON comes out from under the ring!
Diamond: ANDY JOHNSON!!
Andy dives into the ring where he's quickly to his feet! Nick turns around to see what the commotion is about when he's met by a double leg take down by Johnson! Andy takes the mount position on Nick and starts hammering down with hard right hands!! Nick quickly escapes the mount position and rolls out to the floor escaping from Andy's wrath! The fans boo Nick as he holds his jaw with his left hand while demanding a microphone! Donald Masters comes around the ring giving Nick the microphone.
NICK RYAN- "Do you realize what you've just done?"
"YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!" echoes towards Nick as he addresses Andy.
NICK RYAN- "You don't have the right to put your hands on the only hero that matters!"
Andy challenges Nick to get back in the ring which draws a smirk from Ryan as he continues.
NICK RYAN- "We don't do this on your time, we do this on MY time... And my time is August 7th at SUMMER MADNESS!"
There's a pop from the crowd as Andy nods his head in approval.
NICK RYAN- "I'm going to make you regret the day you were born!"
Nick tosses the microphone as the scene fades to the dressing room door of the Glorious New Breed. Tristan Slater emerges a bucket full of glitter falls all over him.
TRISTAN: What the Hell?
From out of nowhere, a booted foot lands square on his jaw and Tristan collapses.
The scene fades to black.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN...."
The Miami crowd pops.
"MY NAME IS FLASH ROTTEN...."
The pop gets louder as Flash Rotten walks out to the top of the ramp with a microphone in hand.
FLASH ROTTEN- "AND I AM THE GENERAL MANAGER OF MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL!"
The fans cater to the cheap pop as Flash stands at the top of the ramp.
FLASH ROTTEN- "Is everyone having a good time thus far tonight"
Another cheap pop!
FLASH ROTTEN- "Great, so let me cut to the chase because tonight is going to be a HUGE night with the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion "GLORIOUS" Tristan Slater as he defends against M.D.K!"
Okay the third cheap pop. I'm done.
FLASH ROTTEN- "While that is going to happen later tonight I come before each and everyone of you tonight to talk about Summer Madness on August 7th from the historic Madison Square Garden in MY home town of New York City. We already know that we're going to see Chronically Hunted defending the WGWF World Tag Team Championship against the former HISTORY MAKING Tag Champions, The Dynasty Violence Connection!"
Diamond: That's going to be a barn burner.
FLASH ROTTEN- "Earlier tonight Nick Ryan issued the challenge to Andy Johnson and Andy Johnson accepted... So consider NICK RYAN versus ANDY JOHNSON official for Summer Madness!"
Baxter: NICE!!
FLASH ROTTEN- "That's not all we're going to see come Summer Madness because tonight I'm PLEASED to announce that the "GOD OF GAME" KYLE SHANE will defending the WGWF Intercontinental Championship against JOHNATHON "THE BEAST" CABLE!"
Miami ROARS loudly!
Diamond: GET READY NEW YORK CITY! Summer Madness has just gotten BIGGER! Chronically Hunted and the DVC for the Tag Titles, Nick Ryan versus Andy Johnson and now the Intercontinental Championship IS going to be on the line when Kyle Shane defends against John Cable!
FLASH ROTTEN- "Enjoy the rest of the show!"
Flash turns and disappears behind the curtain.
Match 2:
Guest Commentator: Jocelyn Camden
Alyce Starchylde vs. Don Crusade
The strains of K Flay’s ‘Blood in the Cut’ drifts through the air as Alyce steps out on the entrance ramp. Her head bounces softly in time to the music and then she lurches forward down the aisle towards the ring carrying a baseball bat in her right hand with the word “partner” burnt into it. She doesn’t seem to notice the crowd as her haunted eyes stare towards the ring. She approaches, slides under the ring ropes and slouches in a corner as Don Crusade makes his way down to the ring to Inside the Fire by Disturbed.
Lollipop Chainsaw OST blast over the PA system as the WGWF Hall of Famer Jocelyn Camden stands at the top of the rampway, staring down into the ring…She slowly makes her way down the ramp way never taking her eyes off of Alyce. Jocelyn walks around the ring, still fixated on Alyce. She takes her seat next to Diamond and Baxter.
Diamond: Welcome to the booth Jocelyn!
Camden: Thanks for the invite.
Baxter: What brings you down here this Brawl??
Camden doesn’t respond as her and Alyce are still having a staring match at the bell sounds. Alyce puts her baseball bat in the corner of the ring. Don charges quickly at Alyce who ducks the first clothesline attempt and Don crashes in to the turnbuckle! Don wobbles back and gets dropkicked in the back by Alyce and Don tumbles out of the ring. Don is trying to collect himself on the outside of the ring but as he turns around to face the ring, Alyce is suicide diving out of the ring, taking Don down to the ground. Alyce mounts Don and starts to throw a ton of punches at Don as he covers up. The referee slides out of the ring to try and pull Alyce off. Alyce just jumps back on and continues to throttle Don Crusade with punches. Alyce finally gets off. She grabs Don and throws him back into the ring. Alyce glances back at Jocelyn as she slowly walks around the ring, using the steps to get back into the ring.
Camden: Sorry Baxter. Why am I down here? Basically to watch Alyce mop the floor with Don…
Baxter: Huh?
Camden: You heard me.
Diamond: You are rooting for Alyce?
Camden: I didn’t say that. She’s got talent… That’s what brings me down here. I want to see what she’s got. Up close and personal. Theres no denying she’s got talent…
Alyce climbs to the top rope and lets Don struggle to his feet. Don turns around and is blasted with a missile drop kick that sends him flying to the mat. Alyce gets up and once again is glancing over at Jocelyn.
Baxter: You’ve certainly got her attention sitting out here tonight.
Camden: She’s probably worried I’m going to steal her boyfriend over there.
Diamond: Boyfriend? What boyfriend?
Camden points to the bat sitting in the corner of the ring with a smirk on her face. Alyce goes over to the corner and grabs the bat. She skips over to the opposite corner and puts the bat down far away from Camden. Don has finally gotten to his feet but Alyce puts him down to a knee with a kick to the midsection and follows that up with a DDT.
Camden: See! I told you. Worried that I’m going to take away her boyfriend.
Diamond: Well you both are pretty ladies.
Alyce goes for a cover on Don!
1…
2…
3..
Don kicks out barely. Alyce stands up and waits for Don to reach his feet. Don is using the ropes to help himself up. Don turns around!
Camden: Well this one is over!
Baxter: Red Queen coming up!!
Alyce hits a Red Queen on Don’s chest as he is too tall to take in the face. Red Queen again! Again! Again! Don is wobbling! Alyce quickly gets to the second turnbuckle! She leaps off…. UNICORN STAMPEDE!! Alyce covers!!
1…
2…
3…!!!
DING.... DING.... DING....
Masters: The winner of this contest, ALYCE STARCHYLDE!
Alyce reaches her feet where she turns and walks towards the ropes facing the announcers table. Jocelyn loses the headsets and stands to her feet where Alyce and Camden stare each other down before Alyce blows Jocelyn a kiss followed by a lick of the tongue. Jocelyn shakes her head as the scene fades.
Match 3:
Chris Page vs. Erik Josten
"Hail to the King" Avenged Sevenfold
RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Out comes the Chronic One, hands in the air, as pyros explode and orange and aqua lighting fills the arena. He heads down the ramp to the roaring crowd.
Masters: The next match is scheduled for one fall! First, hailing from Detroit, Michigan! Standing six feet four inches and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds...he is one half of the World Tag Team champions... Chronic... CHRIS PAAAAAAAAAGGGGE!!!!!
RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Page runs and leaps onto the turnbuckle hands up..
RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Page hops into the ring as his music fades, leaving only the cheering crowd...
...until those familiar tones starts to play.
"Separate Ways" by Journey
RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Diamond: And here comes the Hoss!
Out stalks the Seattle Sparkplug, crackin' those knuckles and staring under that baseball cap. He thumps his cross tattoo a couple times as he takes heavy steps down the ramp, the rockin' guitar of Journey hammering the speakers.
Masters: And his opponent! Hailing from Seattle, Washington, standing six feet, eleven inches tall and weighing in at three-hundred and nineteen pounds...The Hoss ...ERIK JOSSSSSSSSSTENNNNNNN!!!!!
RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Erik reaches the ring. He steps up, clambers through, and walks past Page, turning his head to lock eyes with the Hall of Famer before stepping up onto the first turnbuckle, fists up in the air.
He hops down, walking to the adjacent buckle, where he climbs, and throws his fists up once again.
Journey fades as Erik jumps down and tosses his cap to ringside. He turns around to face his opponent, stepping casually toward the center, the bellow of the fans assaulting the eardrums.
Ding ding ding!
Diamond: And off we go!
The two stand across from each other, Erik staring Page down, lips curled in. Page stands his ground as Josten steps forward.
Erik shoves Chris hard in the chest with his flat palms, pushing him back a few steps.
Page shakes his head, and steps forward, pushing Erik in the chest with a shove of his own, shifting the Hoss' feet.
Baxter: Does Page really think he can out-shove Erik?
Diamond: The man's got heart.
Josten sneers, and shoves Page again, a loud smack resounding from the impact.
Page squints, but holds it back, and hits Erik with another good shove.
Diamond: The legend still going at it.
Josten nods, then out of the blue takes a quick step forward and clotheslines Page to the mat.
Diamond: And The Bad Dog is done playing games!
Erik goes to work, laying the boots to the fallen Page. Chris scrambles to his feet, where Josten grabs him by the wrist, whipping him across the ring and into the corner with a loud SMACK. Erik charges and drives a shoulder and Chris' gut. He reels back, and feeds another shoulder to the midsection of Page. He pushes back, and slams him one more time, knocking the breath away from the Chronic One.
Baxter: He's out for blood now!
Diamond: Erik showing dominance early on!
Josten grabs Page up and whips him the other way, crashing him into the opposite ring post. Erik charges again, but Page recovers, bounding onto the second rope and hopping over the charging Josten.
Diamond: Great evasion from Page!
The Americanimal catches himself, hands on the ropes, and turns to face Chris who quickly throws in a few leg kicks, pushing Erik into the corner. Page follows up with a chop the chest.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Another.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Another.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
He goes for another, but Erik's had enough, and with an explosion of power grabs Chris' shoulders and heaves him forward, sending Page tumbling ass over tea kettle to the center of the ring.
Diamond: Fire in the Bad Dog's eyes tonight!
Page is quick to leap to his feet from his back while Josten lumbers forward. He baseball slides under Josten's feet. Erik whirls around and is met with an Enziguri kick to the side of the head. Josten reels back, shaking the stars away from his eyes. Page hops up, prepares to run at Erik, but is met with a sickening spear, catapulting him to the floor. The Hoss goes on a tear, a flurry of punches meeting the side of Chris' head.
Diamond: And we're back in Josten's court!
Baxter: Knocked the chronic out've him!
Erik stands up, laying a few boots to the dazed Page. Josten brings him to his feet. Laying a few forearms to his back, Erik grips him by the back of the neck and throws him into the ropes. Page bounces off them, comes back, and is met in the chest with a Big Boot from The Bad Dog, sending him to the ground.
Diamond: Nice shot from Erik!
Page clutches his chest as Erik stands over him. Josten stares down, and pushes the side of Chris' face with his boot.
Baxter: Huh?
Page grimaces as Erik does it again, a harsh little push from the sole of his boot.
Diamond: Erik is relentless in that ring, but humiliation?
Chris stands, signs of frustration showing. He shakes his head, and the two start to circle. They lock up. Page fights and fights, but Erik's brute strength overpowers him into a headlock. Erik throws a few fists into Page's face, then whirls and hucks him head over heels onto the mat. He follows up with a few boots, brings him to his feet, and launches him against the ropes.
Baxter: Can't stop the Bad Dog, he's takin' names!
Page runs at Erik on the rebound, where Josten hoists him up and over, sending Page landing flat on his face with a big flapjack.
OOOOOOOH!!
Erik spits, then hooks a leg.
One!
Two...kickout.
Diamond: Page ain't done yet!
Page stirs, holding his head while Erik shakes his own head. He brings Chris to his feet, then throws a knee into his gut, followed by a hard whip into the corner. The Americanimal stalks up, grips the ropes around Page and starts laying boots into his belly. One after another after another, the pain on Page face apparent. He drops lower and lower and into a sitting position where Erik continues to stomp the mudhole into his gut.
Diamond: So far, Erik VERY dominant i-....
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
The crowd response and Diamond's abrupt cut off isn't for anything in the ring, rather what's happening outside the ring. HUNTER is making his way down the aisle, clapping and pumping his fist.
Diamond: What's he doing out here?!
Baxter: Out here to support his partner. They ARE Tag Team champions, ya know.
Diamond: Oh I doubt that very much!
But Baxter was right. HUNTER reaches the ring and starts slapping the apron, yelling for Page to get to his feet. Page looks ready to puke as Erik relents, grabbing him by the shoulders and lifting him up. Erik growls and whips him across the other way, this time lumber right behind him.
Baxter: Here we go again.
Yet somehow, Page finds a second wind. He jumps as he careens at the corner, plants his feet on the second ropes, jumps, turns, and hits Erik in the chest with a missile dropkick out of nowhere.
RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
Diamond: Not yet!
Josten stumbles back, caught off guard. Page is quick to his feet, a new energy reborn as the crowd goes wild being led by HUNTER.
LET'S GO PAGE! LET'S GO PAGE! LET'S GO PAGE!
He goes for it, running at Erik to connect with a series of chops and punches, pushing him into the corner. He kicks, he strikes, he chops, overwhelming the Bad Dog with the assault.
Diamond: Look at him go!
He grabs Erik by the shoulder, heaves, and pushes him to the center of the ring. He runs up behind him and finally puts him to the mat with a bulldog.
RUAAAAAAAAAHHH!
Again to his feet. He looks to the ropes, runs, and jumps onto the second rope, turning 180 degrees in the air. As Erik pushes himself up, he finds himself back down again with a clean legdrop from Page.
Diamond: He's on fire!
He's up, and bounds to the opposite side of the ring. He pauses as Josten again gets himself to his feet, then runs, clocking Josten as he turns around with a solid Shining Wizard.
Diamond: Page is back in the game!
Josten drops to his back. Page stands and throws his fist in the air.
RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
He pumps his fist and quickly ascends to the top rope, the crowd going absolutely wild. And surprisingly, so is HUNTER.
Baxter: There he goes!
Page balances on the top turnbuckle and leaps, stretching out wide and hitting Erik in the midsection with a HUGE high impact body splash.
Diamond: HUGE splash! What a comeback!
Again, Page bounces to his feet, and takes a moment to play the crowd. Page turns away from the immobile Erik, hands up, rockin 'and rollin', soaking in the adoring fans.
But behind, while Chris celebrates, Erik sits up.
Diamond: Oooooooh no.
The tone of the crowd changes. Page notices, and turns around, face covered in disbelief as Erik simply rubs his head and stands to his feet. He rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck, and is seemingly all of a sudden fully refreshed.
Baxter: Look at Page! His jaw is hitting the floor!
It is, but the Chronic One shakes it off. They meet in the middle and begin exchanging blows. Being completely comfortable standing up and trading blows, Erik quickly gains the upper hand, pushing Page back with lefts and rights. Josten goes to town, fist after fist assaulting The Chronic One.
Diamond: Page better get out of there quick!
As if on queue, Page manages to squirrel under a left hook from Josten. He gets behind him, wraps his arms around his midsection, and heaves.
And heaves.
And finally, is able to sloppily suplex Josten over and to the mat.
RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Diamond: And back in it again!
This time, however, Page wastes no time. He immediately goes to the top, and without hesitation, leaps off.
Diamond: Here it is! Diving Headbutt!
But the suplex wasn't nearly enough to put Erik down long enough. Josten rolls to safety as Page misses the mark, landing hard on the mat.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!
Baxter: Nobody home!
Erik is immediately on his feet which causes HUNTER to hop onto the apron. Erik turns his attention away from Page and gets in HUNTER's face. Page staggers to his own, only to find Erik with his back to him. Page charges at Erik but Erik senses it and moves out the way. Page stops himself right before running in HUNTER.
Baxter: Look, he was about to hit HUNTER. And after the encouragement he's been giving him!
Page immediately starts yelling at HUNTER to get off the apron. HUNTER yells back that he's only here to help. Page wants nothing of it as the argument continues. Finally HUNTER backs off and drops down from the apron with a smile on his face. Page turns around as Josten is charging towards him, ready to deliver the killshot. But Page sidesteps, and rolls Josten up from behind.
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Masters: Here is your winner, CHRIS PAGE!
The crowd roars as Page immediately slides out the ring. HUNTER looks less than pleased as his antics seemingly didn't work. Josten sits on the mat, not believing what just happened, visibly mad at himself.
DIAMOND: I am getting word from the truck that there is more footage about the missing Glorious Tristan Slater. He has apparently been found.
BAXTER: About time!
The scene cuts to Tristan Slater knocked out, Wrapped in a bow with a tag that reads 'To: MDK'. He is surrounded by stuffed animals.
Slater suddenly comes to. He flexes, ripping the bow and kicking at the stuffed animals cursing wildly. He stops, looking down at something on the floor. He picks up the tag with the initials MDK on it and throws it to the ground in a huff. Suddenly he turns and kicks the camera giving a brief image of a cracked screen, then static, then blackness.
Match 4:
Tag Team Attraction
Kyle Shane (c) and John "The Beast" Cable vs. Luke Riggs and Dustin Holt
DING.... DING.... DING.....
The Miami crowd responds as Kyle Shane steps out to the ring apron allowing his challenger to start things off in the Tag Team Attraction. Riggs starts off for his team as he walks right up to Cable and starts talking serious shit. John simply shakes his head before dropping Riggs where he stands with a hard right hand to the delight of the crowd! John picks Riggs up off the mat while taking him back into a neutral corner where he glares over at Kyle before drilling Riggs with a stiff knife edge chop across the chest that echoes throughout the arena followed by Rigg's screams! Cable lays a second and harder chop across the chest before shooting Riggs across the ring and into the opposite buckles, Riggs bounces off the bucklles walking into a side walk slam by Cable! John gets back to his feet where he looks overt towards Kyle with a smirk before opting not to make the cover, instead he gets back to his feet where he reaches down picking Riggs up off the mat. Cable takes Riggs back into the ropes where he shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Riggs bounces off the ropes and into a Military Press by Cable! John displays his strength as he holds Riggs high in the air before actually pressing Riggs four times before turning it into a Press Slam inverted into a Spinbuster! John looks back over at Kyle as he reaches his feet.
JOHN CABLE- "WHAT YOU GOT?"
John spouts out as he walks over tagging Kyle Shane into the match! Kyle steps through the ropes where he's heard saying.
KYLE SHANE- "Watch and learn."
Cable steps over the top rope and back to the ring apron as Kyle looks down at Riggs who's laid out. Kyle shakes his head as he walks over kneeling down waving over the face of Riggs who is unresponsive. Shane picks Riggs up off the mat before tossing him back into the corner that houses Dustin Holt. Holt tags his self into the ring where charges towards Shane swinging with a wild clothesline that the Intercontinental Champion simply ducks out of the way of. Holt spins around where he's met with a boot to the midsection followed by a front face lock by Shane who peels off a snap suplex! Shane rolls through picking Holt up off the mat delivering a second snap suplex! Shane rolls through completing the Three Amigo's to perfection as he knips up to his feet to a pop from the crowd. Shane turns and glances towards Cable with a smirk before he reaches down picking Holt up off the mat. Shane scoops Holt up and body slams him to the mat before walking towards the ropes where he steps out to the ring apron before making his way up to the top turnbuckles. Shane looks over at Cable before shifting back towards Holt where he leaps off the top rope with a Frog Splash across the chest of Holt! Kyle once again shifts his attention towards John with a smirk as he opts not to make a cover as he stands to his feet looking over at Cable.
KYLE SHANE- "WHAT YOU GOT, BIG MAN!"
Diamond: Are they doing what I think they're doing?
Baxter: Is this a game of whatever you can do I can do better?
Shane walks over to the corner tagging Cable a little more aggressively than when Cable tagged him. John shakes his head as he steps back over the top rope and into the ring as Holt slowly starts to push himself up and off the mat. Cable explodes towards Holt with a running boot to the face knocking him back down to the mat. John lays several stiff kicks to chest and body of Holt before reaching down picking him up off the mat, he shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip and Holt bounces off the ropes and into One Man Flap Jack!! John pops back up to his feet where he bounces off the ropes dropping a leg drop across the throat of Holt! John makes a cover.
REFEREE: ONE.... TWO.....THR
John picks Holt up off the mat breaking the count. John reaches his feet where he picks Holt up off the mat. He hoists him up in the air in a Crucifix before driving Holt violently into the mat with a Crucifix Powerbomb!! Out on the ring apron Riggs has finally pulled himself to a vertical base which catches the eye of Cable. John reaches down picking Holt up off the mat before taking him back into Riggs corner forcing Holt to tag Riggs! Cable brings Riggs into the ring the hard way hiptossing him over the top rope! Riggs works his way back to his feet where Cable charges forward turning Riggs inside with a Clothesline from Hell before turning towards his corner slapping Shane in the chest signaling the tag!
Diamond: Ya think they're competitive?
Shane steps into the ring where he and Cable don't takes eyes off each other with John stepping over the top rope and into the ring. Shane turns his attention to the downed Riggs. Shane picks him up off the mat rocking his jaw with forearm shot rocking Riggs back into the ropes. Shane comes forward where he fires Riggs across the ring, Riggs bounces off the ropes into the Goddess White Sword!! Shane makes a cover hooking the leg.
REFEREE: ONE..... TWO..... THRE.....
Shane yanks Riggs up off the mat before the three count as he looks over at John Cable while he gets back to a vertical base. He reaches down picking a limp Riggs up off the mat taking him back into the ropes a second time where he sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Shane bounces off the ropes delivering a running knee to the jaw of Riggs!! Shane opts not to make the cover where he gets to his feet turning and open hand chopping Cable across the chest! John steps over the top rope where he and Kyle go face to face to a massive ovation! Yet cooler heads prevail as John turns and see's Holt barely getting to his feet where he charges across the ring with a running boot to the jaw knocking Holt off the ring apron and sailing into the security railing!! Cable turns and picks up a limp Riggs, he positions him and drives him into the mat with the WALKING NIGHTMARE! John covers Riggs as his eyes are fixated on Shane.
REFEREE: ONE..... TWO..... THREE!!!!
DING.... DING... DING....
Masters: The winners of this contest, JOHN CABLE and the WGWF Intercontinental Champion KYLE SHANE!!!
Kyle steps through the ropes as John reaches his feet. Both men have their arms raised in victory before turning towards each other where they stare each other down. Kyle raises up the Intercontinental Title up near John's face. Cable shifts his eyes towards the title and then back towards Shane as the scene fades.
M.D.K is standing in the hallway talking to a cameraman when his phone goes off. M.D.K. grabs his phone and answers the multimedia text he just recieved...it is the video of Tristan being superkicked and him being wrapped in a bow. He smiles as he watches...he also saves the incoming number...the camera catches him as he gives the new contact the name 'ALYCE'.
MAIN EVENT:
WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
M.D.K. vs. "GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER (c)
‘Charlie Big Potato’ by Skunk Anansie begins and the boos rise up as M.D.K. emerges with a look of disgust on his face. He glowers at the crowd before making his way down to the ring… M.D.K. then stares at the ring apron before climbing up and into the ring with a focussed look on his face.
Diamond: “And here… we… go! Main event time here on Brawl…”
Baxter: “Two men, one ring… and one prize on the line.”
Diamond: “Can this ring house these two mammoth egos?”
Baxter: “If last week is anything to go by, I think the answer is a resounding no.”
Tristan Slater appears at the top of the ramp with the title around his waist. He points at M.D.K. and then to his title and then wiggles his finger to say that M.D.K. wasn’t getting any of this.
Diamond: “Here is the champion and it’s safe to say that these two do not like each other.”
Baxter: “And with Slater used as a glorified present for M.D.K. earlier, you have to wonder the state of mind that the champion will be in.”
Diamond: “We know the mind games don’t always work on Slater but it’s clear that M.D.K. is getting under his skin and vice versa.”
Slater climbs into the ring and the pair immediately square up and are physically pushed apart by the referee and ushered to their corners. The referee keeps an eye on each man and holds up his arms.
Baxter: “Watching that referee makes me think of Chris Pratt controlling velociraptors!”
Donald Masters climbs into the ring and holds up the microphone.
Masters: “Ladies and gentlemen… this is… the MAIN EVENT of the evening! The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first the challenger… Hailing from Las Vegas Nevada by way of London England, he weighs in at 270lbs… He is a former WGWF Internet, Intercontinental and World Heavyweight Champion and is a member of the WGWF Hall of Fame… He… is M… D… K!!!”
M.D.K. poses to rapturous boos and Slater hands the title over to the referee.
Master: “And his opponent… from Miami Florida and weighing in at 245lbs… He is a member of the WGWF Hall of Fame and is a former WGWF Television and Intercontinental champion and is the reigning, defending and undisputed WGWF Heavyweight Champion of the World… GLORIOUS… Tristan… SLATER!”
The crowd pops and Slater gestures to the crowd while looking at M.D.K. and mocks the challenger who scowls in response and takes a few steps forwards.
Diamond: “These two can’t be separated for much longer! Masters is out of the ring and it’s about to kick off!”
The referee signals for the bell and the pair charge at each other and both whale in with a series of punches to each other and the referee can only look on as the crowd roar the pair on. Slater gets the upper hand and backs M.D.K. into the corner and delivers a hard elbow to the face of the challenger and takes a few steps back to the middle of the ring, charges forwards and delivers a running knee to the sternum of M.D.K. causing him to stagger forwards and leans down… Slater backs into the ropes, charges forwards and…
Diamond: “FLIP PILE-DRIVER! FLIP PILE-DRIVER ALREADY!”
The crowd are electric as M.D.K. gets driven into the mat and Slater pumps himself up to the delight of the crowd! He turns to M.D.K. but the challenger has rolled out of the ring and is kneeling by the ring apron as the crowd boos!
Diamond: “Crowd are booing as M.D.K. gets the hell out of dodge!”
Baxter: “Slater gets a false start and suddenly the crowd are creaming their pants!”
Slater goes to slide out of the ring and the referee stops him and the pair start to argue as the referee stops him. He points to M.D.K. and the referee looks at him and as he does, Slater slides out of the ring from the other side. He stalks M.D.K. and grabs him from behind but as he does, M.D.K. catches him with a crafty elbow to the temple. Slater staggers backwards and M.D.K. connects with a flurry of punches and stomps that stagger the champion before M.D.K. takes Slater’s arm and whips him into the steel steps and The Glorious One falls awkwardly as the steps separate.
Diamond: “Slater caught his shoulder nastily there and M.D.K. loves it!”
The referee is up to eight for a double count out and M.D.K. slides in and out again to break it before making his way over to the champion and driving the heel of his boot hard into the damaged shoulder of Slater who winces in pain. M.D.K. takes the arm of Slater and yanks it sharply before dragging him to his feet and connects with a meticulously placed knee before maintaining his grip and rolls into the ring with Slater’s arm. He pulls on it to usher the champion into the ring and as Slater obeys, M.D.K. climbs back out between the middle and bottom rope and drags Slater’s arm with him and hotshots it across the bottom rope forcing howls of pain from the champion who writhes in the middle of the ring. M.D.K. stands on the outside and poses for the raging crowd before walking up to a booing child in the front row, snatches his popcorn from him and takes a handful and munches on it.
Diamond: “If M.D.K. could be summed up in one action, snatching food from a child would be it…”
The child’s father shouts at the challenger and M.D.K. looks the man up and down before tipping the popcorn over his head. The father is restrained by ringside security as he fumes at M.D.K. as the challenger takes a steps back and mocks the crowd but his face turns to shock as Slater is on his knees in the ring and has a handful of the challenger’s hair. M.D.K. turns back to his opponent and is met with a fierce left but immediately replies with a rake of the eyes and as Slater rolls away, M.D.K. casually rolls into the ring and mockingly wobbles his head as the referee admonishes him again.
Diamond: “M.D.K. truly is a sack of crap and that is not something I say lightly…”
Baxter: “Well I’m glad you don’t speak for both of us…”
Diamond: “Come on now Derek, you can’t honestly accept what this SOB is doing do you?”
Baxter: “He’s doing what is necessary.”
Slater slowly climbs to his feet but is met by a few shots by M.D.K. before dropping him with a snap suplex. M.D.K. floats over and makes a cover!
1!
2!
Kick-out!
M.D.K. mounts Slater and presses a knee to the champion’s chest and whales with a series of stiff left hands before driving stiff forearms into the face of Slater and then dropping down and pressing his forearm against the throat of The Glorious One! The referee calls for a break and on 3, the challenger reluctantly releases and stands up to be reprimanded by the referee.
Diamond: “This is a match built out of disrespect and general loathing for one another and they sure as hell aren't holding back tonight!”
As Slater climbs to his feet, M.D.K. barges the referee out of the way and drives his boot straight into the already damaged shoulder of the champion.
Baxter: “And M.D.K. is picking apart that shoulder of Slater sinew by sinew and ligament by ligament.”
Slater holds his shoulder and writhes in pain as M.D.K. stands over Slater and smirks as he presses his boot into the shoulder socket of the champion.
M.D.K.: “Do you respect me now?”
Slater spits in defiance and M.D.K. casually turns the stomp into a knee drop across Slater’s chest. The champion splutters in pain as M.D.K. gets back to his feet and hits Slater with a couple of forearms before whipping Tristan into the corner using his injured arm. M.D.K. charges in with a turnbuckle clothesline and steps back, measures Slater up and wraps him up before dropping him with an overhead belly to belly suplex! Slater crashes to the mat and M.D.K. again poses for a baying crowd!
Diamond: “M.D.K. weathered the early Slater storm and has taken control of the match now!”
Slater crawls across the mat towards the ropes and pulls himself up to the level of the middle level but M.D.K. is behind him and wraps up the waist of the champion and hauls him backwards with a German suplex!
Baxter: “Another huge suplex from the challenger!”
M.D.K. rolls through and locks up the arms of Slater and hits a dragon suplex!
Baxter: “German and a Dragon! We know what’s coming next!”
M.D.K. wraps up the arms of Slater and drives him to the mat with a strait-jacket suplex to complete the chimera-plex!
Baxter: “Chimera-Plex from the challenger! And the pin!”
1!
2!
Kick-out!
Slater manages to writhe free and M.D.K. gets to his feet and backs the referee into the corner and rages at the official for a slow count. The referee argues back and M.D.K. squares up to the official who shows off his shirt to remind him who the official is.
Diamond: “M.D.K. getting frustrated and running the risk of getting himself disqualified.”
M.D.K. turns back to Slater who is up to a knee and charges at him but the champion pops up and rattles the challenger with a European uppercut! M.D.K. staggers backwards and Slater stumbles forwards and tackles M.D.K. to the mat and drives a flurry of punches into the ribs of M.D.K. with his good arm. M.D.K. struggles against the onslaught and grabs the bad arm of Slater, adjusts his hips and synchs in an armbar and Slater howls in pain!
Baxter: “His years of technical knowhow just dropped Slater straight into that trap and Slater is in trouble.”
Slater gets to one knee while struggling against the vice like grip of M.D.K. who roars at Slater to give up. Slater gets to his feet but M.D.K. drags him in deep again like a predator and Slater howls in anguish!
Diamond: “M.D.K. has worn that shoulder down so much that Slater can’t hold on for long!”
Slater holds onto the leg of M.D.K. that is grapevine around his already damaged arm and roars in pain. His eyes widen with an idea and suddenly he adjusts his weight and shifts M.D.K.’s body backwards and turns it into a pinfall!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Diamond: “That is why he’s champion! The awareness and guile is what makes him one step ahead of the game!”
M.D.K. rolls backwards and Slater backs into the corner to nurse his shoulder as the referee checks on him. M.D.K.’s face is one of frustration and fury and he charges at the wounded champion but is met with a kick that only momentarily stops him. The challenger advances again and is met with another kick and then a punch with the good arm of Slater. The crowd gets behind Slater as he follows it up with another and another before backing up to the corner and charging forward only to walk into the path of a…
Baxter: “HELLSHOT! HELLSHOT TO THE CHAMPION!”
And immediately M.D.K. rolls through and locks in the Koji Clutch!
Diamond: “And he’s turned it into the Mancuerda! With what his arm has been through, I doubt Slater can hold on for long!”
M.D.K. locks in the Mancuerda tight on the champion who looks to be struggling to breathe. The crowd are fully behind him as his weakened arm reaches out in vain for a rope that isn’t nearby.
Baxter: “Here we have it! A new champion!”
Slater’s face is getting redder as M.D.K. torques on the grip and shouts at the champion to simply give up. But Slater isn’t giving up and instead rolls M.D.K. in for a pinfall!
1!
But M.D.K. rolls it through and now Slater is in the middle of the ring.
Diamond: “Slater was almost out but his escape has backfired spectacularly and now he’s in the middle of the ring and far away from safety.”
Slater’s hand stretches out as though he is about to tap. The crowd are now stomping and clapping in unison while they chant.
TRIS-TAN SLA-TER!
TRIS-TAN SLA-TER!
Suddenly Slater’s outstretched palm becomes a fist which shakes with determination and M.D.K. roars ‘No’ in response! Slater uses his good hand to drag him and M.D.K. across the mat towards the ropes and the crowd are cheering him on!
Diamond: “He’s doing it! He’s actually doing it!”
Closer he edges to the ropes and stretches out again and this time is near enough to grab the bottom rope! The crowd cheers and we can see Diamond on his feet as well!
Baxter: “Nice impartiality there!”
M.D.K. holds on though and the referee makes the count for the rope break and on 4, the hold is released. M.D.K. rolls to his feet and stands over Slater as he still clutches onto the ropes and screams at the champion to lie down and die before delivering a series of stomps to The Glorious One who curls up into the ball and the referee drags the challenger away. M.D.K. argues with the referee as Slater gets to one knee and breathes deeply.
Baxter: “Slater is in this deeper than he thought!”
M.D.K. storms over to Slater again and delivers a boot only for it to be caught by the arm of the champion and follows up with a dragon screw that sends M.D.K. across the ring! The crowd are up and cheering Slater on as he shakes the feeling back into his arm as the challenger backs into the corner and Slater follows him in and delivers a flurry of boots to the chest of M.D.K. he drives them harder until he uses the rope to spring up and drives both feet square into the challenger’s chest!
Diamond: “And now it’s Slater on the offensive!”
Slater steps into the middle of the ring and raises his good arm before charging forwards and delivering a running knee straight to the side of M.D.K.’s head before pressing the knee hard into his face to press him hard against the bottom turnbuckle until the referee pulls him away. Slater winces as he drags M.D.K. up to his feet and delivers a set of chops to the challenger before connecting with an elbow strike. Slater instinctively goes to whip M.D.K. with his injured arm but winces at the pressure and as M.D.K. gets halfway across the ring and then pulls Slater in for an inverted atomic drop but Slater locks up the head of his opponent and drops him with a high angled DDT!
Diamond: “What a battle! What heart from both men!”
Baxter: “But that was the bad arm of Slater and he’s clearly suffering now!”
Slater is on his back kicking his legs as he holds his arm as M.D.K. lies face down and motionless on the mat for a moment before stirring slowly. Slater wills himself back to his feet with a growl and delivers a couple of kicks to M.D.K. who is on all fours. Slater grabs the hair of M.D.K. to hold up his head before driving a couple of forearms to the face of the challenger before delivering a chop to his chest but clutches his arm from naturally using it to chop!
Baxter: “Slater’s arsenal has been pruned just by taking out one key limb!”
M.D.K. fires back with a couple of left hand shots back and Slater winces through the pain to deliver another shot that staggers M.D.K. backwards but leaves The Glorious One holding his shoulder. M.D.K. connects with another couple of jabs before Slater goes for a chop but M.D.K. leans back and dodges, locks up the waist of the champion and drives him into the mat with an Ore Ga Taue!
Diamond: “Superior-Plex on Slater! Superior-Plex!”
M.D.K. hooks the leg and makes the cover!
1!
2!
But Slater gets the shoulder up at the very last moment and the crowd are on their feet with their hands on their heads thinking that it’s all over! M.D.K. looks up at the referee who holds up two fingers to which the challenger’s jaw drops.
Diamond: “M.D.K. thought he had it! The crowd thought he had done it! But the referee makes it clear that it was only 2!”
M.D.K. runs his hands through his hair and looks enraged before he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He sits up and his eyes are full of fury as he glares at the referee before dragging Slater up using the injured arm and M.D.K. holds it tightly before twisting it once… then twice and then pulls Slater in and wraps up the arms of Slater and hits an overhead belly to belly suplex! But Slater manages to flip through and land on his feet! M.D.K. turns around and it met by a super-kick out of nowhere from the champion which has such impact, it can be heard around the arena!
Diamond: “Super-Kick! Super-Kick! Super-Kick on M.D.K. that they must have heard back in England!”
M.D.K. is flat out on the mat and Slater drops down and makes the cover!
1!
2!
No!
M.D.K. rolls the shoulder and the crowd boo at the kickout.
Diamond: “I don’t know how! I just don’t know how M.D.K. managed to kick out of that!”
Baxter: “If he’d have hooked the leg, he’d be celebrating right now! Cockiness will be his undoing.”
Slater sits up and looks up at the sky and shakes his head before getting to his feet and pulling M.D.K. up and delivering a couple of forearm shots before whipping M.D.K. into the corner with his healthy arm and following up with a running knee to the face of the challenger causing him to stagger out and Tristan follows up with a bulldog to which the crowd go ballistic! Slater makes the cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Diamond: “What has he got to do to put M.D.K. away?”
Slater looks up and shakes his head before giving himself a wry smile before dragging himself to his feet before pulling at M.D.K. and hitting a couple of forearm shots to his jaw as he stays in a kneeling position. Slater hits a couple of well-placed kicks to the head and shoulders of M.D.K. before backing into the ropes and hitting a shining wizard but M.D.K. bursts up, catches Slater and drives him into the mat with a one-armed spine-buster! Slater convulses with the impact and M.D.K. crawls up Slater and makes the cover!
1!
2!
No!
Baxter: “This see-saw battle is too much to bear! The crowd are absolutely lapping it up!”
M.D.K. remains sprawled over Slater’s midsection and slaps the mat in frustration. He grabs the face of Slater, talks trash about him just giving up and dying before hitting him with a straight slap. M.D.K. gets up to his feet using Slater’s face instead of the mat to press up on to get to a vertical base. M.D.K. walks over to the turnbuckle and adjusts the padding causing the referee to come over and tell M.D.K. off.
Diamond: “What is M.D.K. up to?”
As the referee fixes the turnbuckle, M.D.K. walks up to the next turnbuckle and easily tears the padding off to leave it exposed. The crowd boo as they realise what M.D.K. is doing and he casually jogs up to Slater who has got himself back to all fours and boots him square in the ribs. The champion splutters as the air is driven from his lungs with another running punt and Slater tumbles into the corner. M.D.K. hauls Slater up to his feet and delivers a flurry of MMA style knees to the champion before bealing him into the middle of the ring!
Baxter: “M.D.K. is using the weight advantage to try and bully Slater!”
Diamond: “And if he thinks that will work, then he clearly doesn’t know Tristan Slater!”
M.D.K. grabs the bad arm of Slater and drags him to his feet. He whips slater towards the exposed turnbuckle but Slater reverses the whip but before M.D.K. can hit, he takes advantage of the injured arm and drags Slater back into his grip and hits a picture perfect Northern Lights Suplex with bridge!
1!
2!
But Slater wriggles free to break the count and M.D.K.’s face reddens and he simply screams out the word ‘Fuck’ for everybody to hear!
Diamond: “We’d like to apologise for any profanity you might have heard!”
Baxter: “Are you surprised! Slater is relying on muscle memory to kick out now!”
M.D.K. sits up and glares at the referee and slaps his hand to indicate that it was a three count. The referee shakes his head and holds up two fingers. M.D.K. does the same but in a far more inappropriate way…
Diamond: “Class as ever from M.D.K.”
M.D.K drags Slater back to his feet and whips him towards the exposed turnbuckle and this time Slater drops the shoulder and reverses it and pulls towards M.D.K. towards him and winces as he wraps up the challenger’s arms and arm capture hot-shots M.D.K. face first onto the exposed ring turnbuckle!
Diamond: “The plan backfired! Slater even wrapped up the arms of M.D.K. to maximise facial impact from that!”
Baxter: “Look at the blood! M.D.K. is bleeding!”
Blood is gushing from the forehead of M.D.K. as he slips down the turnbuckle in a crumpled heap and Slater clutches his shoulder on his knees. The crowd stamp in unison to spur him on and it seems to fuel The Glorious One back to his feet! Slater pulls M.D.K. back to his feet and pushes back first into the turnbuckle and connects with a couple of forearms before locking up the arm and attempts a vertical suplex but the arm is too painful and Slater shakes it again to get blood and feeling to it but M.D.K. push kicks Slater away. The crimson faced challenger staggers forwards to Slater but it met with a kick to the midsection! Slater raises an arm and locks up the challenger and hits a second flip pile-driver!
Diamond: “A FLIP PILE-DRIVER! A SECOND FLIP PILE-DRIVER! And M.D.K. is still in the ring this time! There is no escape!”
Slater nurse his arm from the impact and then gingerly rolls the challenger over and makes the cover!
1!
2!
No! M.D.K. gets the shoulder up at the last heartbeat and the crowd are in a state of shock. A few people start a chant and suddenly the whole arena is behind it.
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
Baxter: “The arena is right. This match is awesome and both of these men are leaving nothing to chance.”
Slater rolls off M.D.K. and looks up at the lights, sighs and lets out a laugh of disbelief. Both men slowly stir and the champion sits up and holds onto his knees and rubs his shoulder as the referee checks on both men. Slater gingerly gets to his feet and drags M.D.K. up to his feet. He whips M.D.K. into the exposed turnbuckle which he hits back-first! Slater slaps his injured arm and charges at M.D.K. with a roaring elbow but the challenger drops down and the bad arm crashes into the steel buckle and Slater howls in pain as M.D.K. crawls away with blood still dripping down his face!
Diamond: “This is a war! An absolute war!”
Slater struggles to compose himself but manages to stalk the retreating challenger but as he grabs M.D.K. by the waist, the challenger responds with a back elbow into the jaw of The Glorious One followed by a second, a third and a fourth and suddenly the grip is released and Slater backs into the ropes as the challenger turns to face him. Slater surges forwards for a third flip pile-driver but he stumbles forwards into a…
Baxter: “HELLSHOT! HELLSHOT TO THE CHAMPION!”
M.D.K. remains slumped as Slater is out cold on the mat. The referee starts to count both men out but suddenly the challenger reaches over to his adversary and makes the cover!
1!
Baxter: “New champion!”
2!
Baxter: “New champion!”
No!
Slater puts his foot on the bottom rope and the referee stops the count! A bloodied M.D.K. looks up at the referee who points to the rope where M.D.K. sees Slater’s foot and looks at it with a look of sheer disbelief. He slowly drags the champion up and pushes him against the ropes and connects with a couple of forearms before grabbing Slater’s face and screams into it.
M.D.K.: “Be careful what you wish for you little bitch! I’m going to fucking end you!”
Slater laughs weakly in response and M.D.K. hits a straight, stiff slap to the mouth of the champion and blood cascades from Slater’s lip straight away to which the champion responds with a bloodied grin. M.D.K. takes a step back and measures up Slater before charging at the champion to hit him with a clothesline that sends both men over the top rope! Both men hit the outside hard but Slater managed to land more on top and hits mounted punches to the challenger but M.D.K. throws his assailant off and returns the favour with a few shots of his own as the referee starts to count…
1!
2!
M.D.K. drags Slater to his feet and throws him into the guard wall and points to the sky before charging at Tristan and delivers a Yakuza kick that exacerbates the lip of the champion!
3!
4!
Slater connects with a few stiff jabs to the ribs of M.D.K. that stall the assault from the challenger and Slater capitalises with a European uppercut with his uninjured arm. M.D.K. staggers back but Slater drives M.D.K. back first into the ring apron before grabbing M.D.K.’s leg and connects with a fisherman’s suplex!
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6!
Slater breathes heavily as he rolls off of his challenger and again just hits straight punches to the face of M.D.K. before shaking him by the shoulders and then connecting with a few elbows! But M.D.K. uses his hand to chop the damaged shoulder of Slater who howls in response and tries to back up and M.D.K. drives Slater backwards but this time into the announce table!
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8!
Diamond: “Both men are ignoring the referee’s count and are more focussed on beating the hell out of each other!”
M.D.K. clears the clutter from the table and chops the chest of Tristan until it reddens before grabbing the champion by the throat and shaking him violently!
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10!
DING! DING! DING!
Baxter: “What is happening?”
Masters: “The referee has indicated that this match is a DOUBLE COUNT-OUT! Therefore this match is a DRAW meaning that STILL…”
But before Donald can finish his announcement, both men are sprawled on top of him and continue to beat the living hell out of each other!
Diamond: “This match is over in the official sense only! These two have so much bad blood that they aren’t going to stop until the other man stops moving!”
Baxter: “Let them at it!”
M.D.K. grabs Donald’s microphone and drives it into the temple of his downed adversary. The crowd boo as Slater seems to slow down his defence a little and M.D.K. stands up and looks at the cameraman who keeps on getting a little too close to the action. M.D.K. squares up to the camera operator until the challenger snatches it from him.
Diamond: “Oh my god, what is M.D.K. going to do with that? That has to be 80lbs of camera equipment!”
M.D.K. holds the camera up over his head to drop it onto the prone body of Slater but the champion manages to come to and meets M.D.K. with a low blow that knocks the air out of M.D.K.’s lungs and also forces him to drop the camera that smashes on impact!
The time keeper rings the bell again to try and get order but Slater is back to his feet, grabs the bloodied face of M.D.K. and connects with a brutal headbutt! M.D.K. staggers away and as the bell goes to ring again, Slater snatches it from the time-keeper and points at him.
Slater: “We are done when I say we’re done!”
He takes the bell and eyes up M.D.K. who is on one knee clutching his nose and resting against the guard wall. Slater charges forwards with the bell but M.D.K. ducks and Slater cracks a women who was in the front row and she drops on impact. Slater’s eyes widen in horror as he goes to check on the woman but M.D.K. spins Slater back to him and despite Slater’s protests to check on the woman, M.D.K. is relentless and drives his shoulder into the midsection of Slater!
Diamond: “This is gone too far! Fans are getting hurt! We need medics out here! Security!”
M.D.K. whips Slater towards him and Slater lies sprawled on the announce table which M.D.K. follows up with an elbow to his throat as two security guards charge down to the ring. The first goes for M.D.K. who boots him in the stomach and drops him with a HellShot!
Baxter: “HellShot! HellShot to the security and both of these men have lost it!”
The other security guard looks stunned and charges at M.D.K. with his baton withdrawn but M.D.K. tackles the guard to the ground and whales in on him. Two more security guards charge down and both grab the challenger but Slater is back up and pulls M.D.K. towards him and as the guards try to restrain him, both he and M.D.K. drop their respective guards with punches and immediately resume their brawl.
Diamond: “Someone needs to do something!”
Slater gets the advantage and whips M.D.K. into another section of the guard wall and charges forwards and spears the challenger through the section of guard wall!
Flash Rotten emerges at the top of the ramp and looks furious! He has a microphone in his hand as the pair trade punches on the floor amongst the stunned crowd.
Rotten: “ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! SECURITY!”
A dozen security guards swarm the ring and pounce on the pair but M.D.K. still manages to break free and launch himself at the champion again leading to the security losing control. Flash looks to the back and waves to men in the back and suddenly swathes of the roster charge down to help the security and try and bring chaos to this madness! Slater is pinned facedown by ten men and the same fate befalls M.D.K. as they are cuffed in a bid to control them. Slater suddenly breaks free and lands a hands bound splash onto M.D.K. and the pair try to kick and headbutt each other until finally security drag them both up the ramp to be laid in front of Flash whose face is ashen with fury.
Rotten: “Do you two want to ruin my main event? Do you two want to bring lawsuits to my door from assaulting fans? Do you two want to brawl in the street like common fucking animals? If you two want to kill each other, I don’t care but at least make me some fucking money in doing so.”
Both men eyeball Flash defiantly.
Rotten: “If you two can’t play by the rules, then I guess all I can do is tell you both that this match is going to happen again without the rules, without the countouts… at SUMMER MADNESS… IN A NEW YORK STREET FIGHT!”
The crowd pop and both men glare at each other.
Diamond: “Oh my god! Slater and M.D.K. for Summer Madness! In a New York Street Fight!”
Baxter: “No rules, no sanctions… just pure unadulterated hatred!”
M.D.K. smirks as Slater looks enraged and the Brawl credits rolls and the show comes to a close.